My friend, Carol, passed away yesterday morning. I met Carol in NYC. We were neighbours on West 107th Street. This is no exaggeration: my life was enhanced tremendously when she entered into it. I feel so honoured to have known her. It isn’t just me. Everyone loved her because she had an open heart and … More Our Beloved Edith Carol
To New York, that is. My dear friend, Carol, is not feeling well these days and so I decided to get right back on a plane to NY and give Carol some TLC. I had a wonderful visit. Thanks, Carol!! (I hope I didn’t hover and fuss too much. A little fuss is OK, though.) … More Oh Yeah…I Went There.
Oh Lordy. So I hopped on the Eurostar and landed myself in Antwerp to spend a couple of days with Di. And we couldn’t stop talking. We talked so much that I forgot to take photos. We talked through lunch and dinner. We talked so that we nearly missed our tram stops on many occasions. … More Talk This Way
I first met Sandy Binion when spending a long weekend with my friend, Carol. Carol lives on a lake in northern New Jersey and we were up early one morning, sitting on the dock in our pajamas and drinking coffee. We also had a pair of binoculars because Carol was showing me her neighbor’s houses … More Another Creative Soul…
That is the answer to an old Buddhist koan. And I have used that answer many times in my life. I may not like the experience but I have to agree to accept it. Then I carry on, one foot in front of the other and do the next thing. Then the next. Even through … More Let Go and Agree to Accept the Experience…
