Nine years ago today, I kissed Death. Death let me go. Ectopic Pregnancy Loss and Musings on Mythology John and I were expecting our second child to be born on September 11, 2002. Since my first pregnancy had been normal, I was not scheduled to go to my first appointment until I was more than 8 weeks along. The Sunday before the appointment, something went very wrong. On February 3rd, 2002, I lost the baby, and nearly lost my life….
“Our democracy is a light, a beacon really, around the world because we affect change at the ballot box and not because of these outbursts of violence.” ~ U.S. Rep. Gabrielle Giffords, March 25, 2010 I’ve reached the end of mourning, the occasion marked as I was watching Sarah Palin say she’s a victim of “blood libel.” She’s had days to compose a response, and this is it? There are a lot of things she could have done here, but…
This song about Persephone is haunting me, seeping into the interstices between all my favorite Christmas music. I think I’ll have to add it to the list. “Persephone” by Kula Shaker Deep below the world Persephone Sings of love forgotten Calling out across the river – Persephone Deep below the world Persephone Waits upon her rescue Mother Nature’s only daughter – Persephone She saw the dawn with the light in her hair Twisted and torn she was taken from there…
We pray for those who are sick, lonely, afraid, or in in need – that you may send them strength and comfort. We humbly ask that you provide what we need for our souls and bodies and minds to grow and be well. Help us to attune to that sweet spot of thriving as we navigate our world. Help our leaders to remember, and to honor, the well-being of the people – all the people – everywhere in the world….
The bittersweet wistfulness of late fall is a good time to reflect, appreciate, and be grateful. It is connected with the traditions of harvest, the feel and smell of autumn, the awareness that cold winter is approaching. All the senses come alive with foggy mornings, trees baring their arms, the last warm moonlit nights, the cessation of summer’s buoyancy. Thanksgiving is also associated, for me, with a break from routine – the first trip home from college, the warm hospitality…
“It seemed like this was one big Prozac nation, one big mess of malaise. Perhaps the next time half a million people gather for a protest march on the White House green it will not be for abortion rights or gay liberation, but because we’re all so bummed out.†~ Elizabeth Wurtzel This has been a long, boring illness and I’m not out of it yet. Headaches and fever. Vertigo. Barking cough. Intestinal…distress. I’ve missed too much work. I haven’t…