Because the nature of anguish is so ugly, I have resolved myself to find some measure of beauty in each day, every day. And I must admit to my shock, as I find even the seemingly smallest thing of beauty carries more largess than the ugliest thing I experience. Climate change unheeded. Human greed and corruption. The suffering of many, for the comfort of a very few. Injustice: inner, outer, and secret. And the more personal notes of this warbled tune of unhappiness, which include the challenges of caring for a "special needs" child, caring for the grief of the loss of my father much too young, and now caring for the very new, very humbling diagnosis of fibromyalgia within myself... All of which tips away carelessly, effortlessly with the weight of dew on the edge of a supple leaf.
Oisin G'Dea's mama, wife of an Ruaphok Gaiscíoch; lover of the creative life, nomadship and stewardship; zen priest, gardener, artist, writer, herb-crafter, counselor and dreamer... I've lived in the inspiring high-desert, mountain-punctuated New Mexico & Colorado ~ misty redwood-coated coastlines of Northern California ~ strangely elegant riversides in Southern Maryland ~ snowy, busy Greater Boston ~ lovely and welcoming Hilltown Massachussetts.