We Need Better Words

by Dunya Dianne McPherson I walk through the cemetery on my way to the beach. I know nothing about most names carved here. Living relatives remember self-serving snippets. “My predecessor, the famous one, the infamous one, the villain, the saint.” Descendants soon forget their ancestors’ mercurial joys, the struggles and foibles, how they smelled or [...]

Time Machine

by Dunya Dianne McPherson Alone at Ravenrock, I'm in a time machine. I read Virginia Wolf's essays, written hundred years ago, as if they are written now while living in a place without electricity or running water that could've been typical in a rural setting a century ago. Only the occasional highflying 747, a propane [...]

Soft & Warm

In case you are meeting me for the first time, I tend to write about my Dancemeditation practice and Path—what comes up, what happens inside me, why I resist, etc. At the moment, it’s about how to survive in troubled times with a little help…   Surviving in Troubled Times I’ve always loved sheepskins. They are some […]

Shellacking the Tea Tray

The time after my father’s death. I feel like a washing machine waiting for the agitation cycle to finish. While my hips take their sweet time to heal as an external measure of the life transition sloshing under my lid, I get out the shellack to keep myself busy and away from meddling with my […]