Home Sweet Altars Part II
Someone, a dear colleague friend, called me “devout,” did I tell you? I’m still processing that. At first, I thought of some kind of overdone piety. Some part of me stepped back. And then I thought of the years of Catholic liturgy. The years of Wiccan and other Earth-centered worship. The years of Quaker meetings. […]
Home Sweet Altars, Part 1
My nurse practitioner—who, in case I haven’t mentioned it, is the BEST EVER—asked me this past week if I was finally really landing in Portland. And I realized, yes, yes, it’s happening. The last years of physical and mental health problems have come to a crisis that is FORCING me in a slow-motion arm-wrestling match, to stop, drop, […]