My feet are cold. That’s all I can think about.

Interesting how, though it’s not a complicated problem, my entire brain seems unable to think about anything else.

But I told myself I’d write today. At this time. So here I am, cold feet and all.

My partner chops wood…

I sensed a touch of embarrassment (or was it guilt or regret?) as my friend described her feelings.

I don’t remember her words but I sensed what she was seeking. I checked to make sure. No, I wasn’t projecting. Yes, she wanted what I‘d heard her imply.

I caught it…

These days, I believe it takes courage to share openly about the role that spirituality or faith in a divine power plays in our lives.

When new friends or public figures do so, I welcome their stories with curiosity and intrigue. …

It’s sunset time, as my partner says — a phrase so logical it’s become something I say now, too.

Just like autumn always speaks to me of going back to school… field hockey and soccer… sunset time often takes me back to my childhood.

Memories of kneeling on the couch…

While working in the garden this afternoon, the start of a new song came into my head. I love when that happens, and it sometimes does.

Thankfully, my phone wasn’t far away, so I recorded the simple melody and words.

She helps me see.

So I can be…

More me…

I have been dragging my feet, unable to take steps forward. I’m afraid to leave because I don’t know when I’ll be back.

Treading water is what I feel I’m doing. But not in a warm pool, comfortably wiggling around while chatting with a friend.

No, I feel I’m holding…

As I start to prepare my wings for my flight from the global South to the North… I hear from people in the US that things are almost “back to normal.”

That’s a good thing, for so many people.

It’s also something scares me.

That version of “normal” was one…

Three sprigs of fresh rosemary grabbed from the plant. A thumb-sized piece of ginger. A bunch of peppercorns, thrown in, whole.

As I grab the wooden spoon to stir my steaming pot of beans…

I smile.

Look at me, I think. All witch-like.

Stirring my cauldron of healing magic. …

A time in history came to my attention several times recently. The witch hunts of North America and Europe.

They were referred to by a woman who was “cancelled,” and in a book I’m reading.

Something about these recent references spoke to me loudly, and made me curious about their…

Molly Halpern

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