The Meaning of Compassion
The Kuan Yin She keeps watch in the warm corner of my bedroom, her bearing almost more regal for the rivers of cracks and generous chips that mark her faded turquoise. Her right hand, the…
Little Things
It was, in my home, an ordinary weekend morning. I rose before him, he before her, the felines were fed. I made three different kinds of tea, two prepared with stevia and soymilk, one with…
MelindaOctober 15, 2018
Natura Illustratio
Nature is a picture book of wisdom and example, an illustrated guide to how we could arrive, and live, and die. Take, for example, a leaf in spring. It draws from mother tree the energy…
MelindaSeptember 25, 2018
Fat on Silence
I need to write it down. I should do this before true memory fades and is replaced, as it so often is, by a recall that looks like The way I wanted it to…
MelindaSeptember 18, 2018
SHE and DOE
It was a few years ago that I found myself meandering in a quaint little town in western Massachusetts, about two hours east of home. I saw the…
MelindaSeptember 8, 2018
Thalassophile’s Lament, August
That place I left my last glass of calm, tabled and shimmering like the Sun himself had reached down and swished his mighty steamy hand in its vitalizing…
MelindaAugust 30, 2018
The art that blesses my listening hands
Making Art with Beach Stones My home hums with them–— the smooth and rough, pale and dark, striped, speckled, some with lines, or bits of mica mesmerizing the…
MelindaAugust 27, 2018
Mothering Outside the Lines
The Bus Stop Moms From my morning window I would watch as they huddled casually, tossed light conversation back and forth, an occasional eye towards their kids who played and laughed together, finding sticks, tracing…
MelindaAugust 1, 2018