An Ojo FEARytale: Part 1

An Ojo FEARytale: Part 1

Dave, my host at my first night’s lodging in Ojo Caliente, guided me from the moment I crossed into New Mexico.

He had warned GPS was unreliable and with a pretty big mountain thunderstorm underway and after 13 hours of driving I was one tired traveler and not surprisingly, got lost.

Dave managed to instantly calm me with his über chill vibe and the soothing rhythm in his voice I associate with a native southwest accent. When I finally found the right road and turned off 285 a tall, skinny big bird was opening the gate for me. It was Dave in his heavy yellow rain jacket.

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Will to Openness Instead of Will to Power

Will to Openness Instead of Will to Power

Are you overwhelmed by the onslaught of suggestions about New Year's Resolutions? Lose weight. Get in shape. Spend more time with family. According to the pollsters at Marist, the top resolutions for 2018 are  - being a better person and losing weight. Being a better person is a bit fuzzy about how one would achieve that. But losing weight? That's one we can track. But by January 8th? Twenty-five percent of us report that our resolutions have gone by the wayside. Seven days and we are done. 

Recently I came across an article by Professor Brent Robbins, a psychology professor at Point Park University. Referencing some of my favorite thinkers, Martin Buber and Meister Eckhart, he wrote about a "will to openness" as a way of being in the world as opposed to a "will to power." 

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Moonlight

Moonlight

Last night the moon woke me up. I opened the bamboo shades and my bedroom was filled with her light.Whereas the sun energizes me to move outward, the moon coaxes me inward. 

Recently two opportunities arose to speak with friends about how my parents’ deaths have invited me to enter more fully into my life. It seems a paradox, but deep inside I know it to be true.

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Jennifer Juniper

Jennifer Juniper

didn’t expect my grief for my dad and my mom to be so different from one another.  Feeling a connection to mom has been easier, perhaps because we are/were so much alike? I can’t yet talk about Dad without crying. Not weeping just my eyes overflowing. There is this tender place that I touch when I think of him or realize I just tried to call him or want to call him and ask his advice.

Today someone sent me the lyrics to Donovan’s “Jennifer Juniper.”  He said it should be my theme song. A few weeks ago, I heard it on the radio  and it was the  first time I realized where Dad got my nickname, Juniper.  The song was released early in 1968.  So it was playing in the ethers as Mom was pregnant with me and Dad was in his last semester at  Rockhurst College. And then I entered their world in October.

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