Dorothy

It's been a tough stretch. I am about to lose my friend--probably in the next couple of days--who will be the second to pass away in a couple of short months. Dorothy was one of my professors at Pacifica and she grew into a friend over time. She was one of the most vibrant, loving, insightful women I have ever met. She was diagnosed with Lewy Bodies Dementia about a year ago and her decline has been steady. Ironically, she was a longtime therapist and held so many people's psyches and stories within her and now that's all but gone. I have to imagine that those stories stay with her somehow. It's just too sad to think of them disappearing.

so, you want to live in seattle

I love that the weather people switch it up to make it look like we'll have different weather every day.

lovely

"My work is loving the world."
-Mary Oliver, Messenger

I went to a poetry reading this evening with my friend Heidi. We listened to Mary Oliver dance her words across the tops of hundreds of people's heads. And I couldn't help but wonder if she and I had access to the same words. They seem so much more artful coming from her mouth, rising off the pages in front of her. She is the rock star of poets, I tell you. She packed the house. And that's how it should be.