Dear wonderful readers,I've missed you lately and have missed posting as regularly as I wish. There's so much to say and even more to understand or at least listen to in search of understanding. Speaking of listening without always understanding, there's also the story I've been writing (as my way of listening) about our 35 years aiming to save the land where we live, which overlapped with particularly rare cancer of the eye.The Magic Eye: The Story of Saving a Life and a Place in the Age of An| CMG
At the tail-end of a bad bout of the flu I realized what life wants to be -- or wants me to be -- now: not just present with people I love, but present without being rushed. Especially when diagnoses go south, death takes over the narrative, and what once held everything together is nowhere in sight.Having cleared my calendar because of Sir Influenza, while keeping my commitment to finish planning my dear friend Kat's celebration of life and staying in touch with a close friend in the hospital,| CMG
My new book, The Magic Eye: A Story of Saving a Life and a Place in the Age of Anxiety, is hitting the streets and bookshelves near you soon, starting with a July 17th launch at the Raven Bookstore (but wait, the books just arrived, and you can get your copy at the Raven or through this site). How did this happen? Read on, friends!1. Find out you have a cancer you never heard of so didn’t suspect, and in your eye no less! Luckily, you grabbed your notebook when the ophthalmologist said the...| CMG
In the very long year that was January, Cindy, my acupuncturist, told me a story: another client of hers, when distraught about the election and the then-just-starting barrage of awful things happening, realized her job now was to "go outside and look for God."Those words took my breath away, then gave it back, and it keeps helping me breathe. Whether you believe or don't believe in God, Gods or Goddesses, the Great Spirit, Allah, Buddha, or any other embodiment of the sacred, we all -- jeez, I| CMG
Just about everyone I know is carrying a backpack full of anxiety, dread, despair, or anger, sometimes weighing into terror or rage. We...| Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg
That's what I say to my friend Joy on the phone while we each surveyed our overflowing calendars for open spaces to meet. Over the last...| Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg