Piano Lessons

Piano Lessons I wrote this several years ago, before the passing of both of my parents, a son’s wedding, and the birth of my first grandchild. Although I have yet to find the new teacher, I still love to practice. Music with Mrs. Russell’s Notes I was six when I had my first piano lesson…. Read more »

On Projection and Resonance

Boey modeling wire hay rack.       We brag on the goats’ mischief, a dead giveaway! We still laugh about the time Boris jumped into the middle of a table to get the salsa when we were showing him off to friends while having wine and hors d’oeuvres. There’s the time we found Boey… Read more »

Trees: Part Two. On Love and Activism

A tree I love. Trees: Part Two. On Love and Activism Several years ago I attended an evening performance of several ecological poets and songwriters at an environmental conference in San Francisco. I remember one songwriter straight out of the tradition of 1960’s, who accompanied her song about star thistle with her guitar. The song… Read more »

Phenomenon of Portals: Malcolm Campbell’s The Sun Singer and Smoky Trudeau’s The Cabin.

Phenomenon of Portals: Malcolm Campbell’s The Sun Singer and Smoky Trudeau’s The Cabin. Many years ago I read about an illustrator who published a series of cartoons about the atomic bomb that was being developed concurrently under highly secretive conditions in Los Alamos, New Mexico. Alarmed, the FBI investigated him, deciding not to pull the… Read more »

The Chicks of ’66

“Chicks” of ’66 Graduating Class     We were the largest baby boomer class to go through our school, around 60 in our high school graduating class, and most of us had been together since first grade. Many of our fathers farmed as we began first grade; very few did by the time we were… Read more »

Trees I have Known, Part One

  Valley Oak by Jesse Pizzitola     Jean Bolen’s book, Like a Tree: How Trees, Women, and Tree People Can Save the Planet, reminds me of the trees I have loved in my life. The first was a tall cottonwood on the west end of my parent’s property that cast shade over the yard… Read more »

Re-Storying the Psyche

Some of my storytelling relatives: My grandmother (second from the left) and her sisters, circa 1900’s   Re-Storying the Psyche My early training to be an analyst began by listening to my storytelling relatives. Besides the dinner table at noon (communal meals being an important part of communal work), stories were told during Sunday afternoon visiting…. Read more »

Storytelling and the Soul

Storytelling and the Soul Recently my brother Mark recorded a CD of stories about growing up half a century ago on a small farm in central Illinois. It was a time when farmers still worked together baling hay and harvesting, “coming in” for the noon meal—dinner— and telling stories about the morning, or the day… Read more »