My intention had been to attend a writing retreat, but I suddenly had the feeling that I was actually there to attend a labyrinth retreat.
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Minding the Metaphors
Walking a labyrinth for the first time taught me to trust the path
Essays
Are You Visiting?
I’d never seen a mosque in the South.
On Eid-ul-Azha, the Feast of the Sacrifice, I knew no one in Nashville. I decided to wear my white shalwar kameez to commemorate the festival. What else could be done?
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With Bears in Winter
The mountains in winter were a revelation as we climbed
The experience of holding an infant bear in your arms, and feeling it snuggle under your coat for warmth, is unforgettable.
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Glorious Patchwork
It’s the ragged patches that make us who we are
My parents weren’t car people, and they adopted a vehicle that only a bootlegger could love.
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Winter Solstice
December light is the sun with a migraine
Technically, astronomically, the solstice lasts three days. Time stands still, sort of, before moving in the sun’s favor. So, technically, astronomically, I have two more days in which to dry wood and make a real fire.
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The Christmas Ornament
Not all holiday mementos are joyful
Yes, he broke my heart, but I survived it. And the ornament was a symbol of that survival.
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