Celebrating ma

Hi there. My Japanese readers might understand this headline, but those elsewhere who aren’t into design or finding their Zen probably think this post is about Mother’s Day. It’s not😊. But Happy Mother’s Day to those of you in the States who are soon to celebrate! Let the family spoil you this weekend. Stick with…

Russian doll

It would simply have been a passing thought had I not grabbed it by the tail. But I did. And so here I sit, surrounded by beach towels on the floor of my closet. My intention was good—clean out a closet that escaped my Kondo-like spring purge a few months ago. But now the towels…

On Notre Dame, and endings

It was a scene distinctly reminiscent of its fictional twin. I watched a group of people sing “Ave Maria” as they watched, teary-eyed, Notre Dame cathedral engulfed in flames. And I couldn’t help but be reminded of the Who’s in Whoville, singing on Christmas morning despite a lack of presents, food for a feast and…

Plan B

“It’s time my love,” said the voice that speaks softly and often to my soul. “Time to cut another tie. Time to make room for the new.” I hope you have a voice like this one. It didn’t come to me until later in life but I’m so glad it’s here. I believe this voice…

Roll film

Have you ever forgotten that you’re the one holding the brush that paints the broad strokes? Do you ever become so caught up in basic day-to-day muck that you completely miss the fact your life is a canvas of your making? I’ve done just that. I’m not blaming myself. I hope you don’t blame yourself…

The milestones don’t change us

I recently celebrated one of THOSE birthdays. A milestone birthday. And the question I got most often, being a woman of a certain age, was: “Does this one bother you?” My surprising answer, as a divorced woman “of a certain age” was “No.” Because it didn’t, really. And the answer to that conundrum has everything…

Comings and goings

There is a wise saying in the Eastern tradition about the time between comings and goings. And how when you find that, you’ve found the secret to really being present. And I wanted to start this blog entry with said kickass saying but my middle-aged brain is having a senior moment. Can’t find the phrase….

Growing wings on the downdraft

A loved one once told me that I regularly jump off the metaphorical cliff and figure it out on the way down. Damn straight I do. You know why? Because it took me a few decades in life to learn I could grow wings on the downdraft. As a child, I was schooled by careful…

A house of cards

Talking to a friend recently whose life is being upended, I mentioned how nice it was that at least her career was settled. With everything else in flux, she has a stable port in which to rest. “I never seem to be offered that,” I commented. When change happens in my life, it tends to…

Kristineapalooza

I hosted a festival of sorts in my bedroom this weekend. My friend dubbed it Kristineapalooza. Spur of the moment but oh so fun, I’d do it again. Only I’m not sure I could do it fully clothed, as I gave much of my wardrobe away during the festivities. In this way, it wasn’t really…

Wayfaring

Before I was truly awake and functioning this morning, I found myself stepping from a boat into the ocean off the coast of Maui. Relatively calm, with a bit of a southern swell, the water enveloped me like silk, bluer than the summer sky. I adjusted my snorkel mask and entered that silent underworld, the…

Man a lifeboat

One day you finally knew  what you had to do, and began,  though the voices around you  kept shouting  their bad advice –  though the whole house  began to tremble  and you felt the old tug  at your ankles.  “Mend my life!”  each voice cried.  But you didn’t stop.  You knew what you had to…