Tag: random musings
member name: Christin Lore Weber
|
November 28, 2005 11:35 PM EST --
James figured the wife would be back by sundown. That day she left with the girl, he figured she had to get it out of her system, . . .
more
|
|
December 15, 2005 04:05 PM EST --
This year's Christmas tree is a feathery thing. A tree with spaces, on which the lights and ornaments suspend in air. I'm sitting on the couch looking at it. The morning is sunny. Light streams . . .
more
|
|
January 22, 2006 02:26 PM EST --
My friend, who still belongs to a Catholic community of religious women, wrote this past summer to tell me that their motherhouse was closing. "The ritual of leaving will be Sunday, August . . .
more
|
|
March 17, 2006 03:13 PM EST --
The arrival of the Sisters every June was better than a circus coming to town. Maybe even it was better than riding the blue and . . .
more
|
|
April 21, 2006 01:04 PM EDT --
Forty-eight years ago I lost my name. More accurately, I gave my name away. I let it go eagerly, like a balloon released into the sky or like a stone dropped from a cliff into the ocean. I had no idea . . .
more
|
|
October 10, 2006 01:45 PM EDT --
Sunday morning I woke to find a palomino horse in my back yard. About eight o'clock I'd let my dog, Rita, out of the garage and she immediately began barking warnings, so I followed . . .
more
|
|
February 19, 2006 02:12 AM EST --
I do not want merely to live; I want to engage life. I want to squeeze life like a tree-ripened orange, to carry life like a child. I want life to be my lover. I want to breathe deeply and fill my lungs . . .
more
|
|
October 05, 2006 01:13 PM EDT --
My doctor at the Blue House Clinic lost his nurse, probably because he couldn't pay her enough. In order to serve the mountain people out here, he takes everyone who comes, no matter whether they have . . .
more
|
|
October 14, 2006 01:46 PM EDT --
Resistance is a habit of fear. I have ways of resisting Light that are so subtle, I swear I have not caused my own blindness. "I can't" . . .
more
|
|
October 16, 2006 01:46 PM EDT --
Waves call me to my origins.
They are the waves of my blood; the waves of my breath, my thoughts, my emotions; the cycles of my creations; the tides of sleep and waking, of my watery dreams.
Waves bear . . .
more
|
|
November 19, 2008 11:36 AM EST --
Seven months have passed and John's still gone. This morning the half moon gleamed overhead and in the east a fiery dawn lit the clouds behind the mountains. I reflect now on how accurately Joan Didion . . .
more
|
|
June 02, 2007 02:22 PM EDT --
Last night, June 1. I was supposed to be in Minnesotagiving a talk and introducing my new book, CIRCLE OF MYSTERIES. But my husband’s health emergency kept me home. Dear friends from Minneapolis, . . .
more
|
|
November 23, 2005 03:58 PM EST --
I'm making Mama's Date Bread as I've done every Thanksgiving eve since childhood when she let me cut the sticky dates and break the walnuts for those loaves her own mother once taught her to . . .
more
|
|
May 08, 2007 01:50 PM EDT --
On a sunny morning in October, 2002, I got a call from a fellow at the New York Times asking if I were the rosary lady. What? . . .
more
|
|
August 19, 2007 04:45 PM EDT --
A Promise Made By Children
I fell in love with John on an unseasonably warm March night in 1958. I was seventeen; he was eighteen; both of us were about to graduate from high school in the small border . . .
more
|
|
October 06, 2006 01:22 PM EDT --
Only the clear see clearly. The pure of heart see God. I once knew a translucent person, an old nun, thin as an altar candle, eyes like flames. She was completely clear; she harbored no lie. And the lies . . .
more
|
|
September 14, 2007 12:06 PM EDT --
John, who is essentially a Minnesota boy though he lived all those years in California, has caught the winterizing bug. Batten down the hatches! Yesterday morning he drove the Mule down the hill to the . . .
more
|
|
May 10, 2007 12:23 PM EDT --
The flight from New York to San Francisco pitched and lost altitude. Jan grabbed the arm rests of her seat, and the woman next to her grabbed her rosary. “Wish I had one of those!” It startled . . .
more
|
|
June 12, 2007 02:12 PM EDT --
(My husband's Central Nervous System Lymphoma returned after two and a half years in remission. The following is reprinted from my online journal of heallng at http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/johnandchristinweber --we . . .
more
|
|
July 27, 2007 01:07 PM EDT --
9:21 AM
John just gave me a kiss, said “see you in an hour,” and the anesthesiologist wheeled him into the angio-room for his blood brain barrier disruption and chemotherapy. I no . . .
more
|
|
|
|
