Stand up Like a Mountain

I can’t believe it’s been two whole years since I last posted here in Cyber Land. During that time, a new grandchild burst into my life like a wild wind, toppling old routines and riveting my attention. I’ve become the archetypal grandma, yakking away to everyone I...

OF BUTTERFLIES AND MEN

BUTTERFLIES ARE FREE…except when they’re threatened with extinction. (“Flight,” Adriane Grimadi) And you can’t take the sixties out of the girl ~ especially, I’ve discovered, in her sixties. More than four decades ago – in a time, like our own,...

A Tribe Called Facebook

The Woodstock Nation was about nothing if not social transformation and community. (Well, it was also about sex, drugs, rock ‘n’ roll, and mud – lots and lots of mud – but that’s for another day.) Which may be why, after an initial reluctance to fully embrace...

Beginners!

When I was a green girl of fifteen, I was first introduced to Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass. I’ve written elsewhere of the numinosity of that introduction, but I didn’t mention that one of the poems that most intrigued me was this one: BEGINNERS How they are provided...