Born November 15, 1887, this photo of Georgia O’Keeffe was taken by her mentor, patron, lover and eventual husband, Alfred Stieglitz.
Last night, I went to hear a lecture by a noted theologian, Brad Artson. When he explains his view of the universe, I actually have a heightened sense of well being, as if everything is going to be okay. I like his analogy of the divine being similar to the voice on a GPS. When you make a wrong turn, there’s no judgment, no punishment, just a modulated speaker telling you to recalibrate.
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Thanksgiving is 2 weeks from tomorrow, and I’m still not sure where I’ll land. I’ve gotten a few enticing offers, which both involve lots of driving, and I’m leaning towards staying close to home. My motto: when in doubt, cook. So I’m considering a small gathering at my place, if I can wrangle up enough friends. What to wear is the easy part.
Married friends of mine have been visiting for the weekend. Instead of the vacation they imagined, one of them ended up in the emergency room. Everything’s going to be fine. But as I watched my girlfriend sit for days by her husband’s bed, holding his hand, and being the all-important advocate in the hospital, I had a flash of anxious self pity. Who would do that for me? If only my dog could call for the nurse.
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It’s time to meditate. Or have a martini. Which do you suggest?
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