100 Words: My Old Friend, Change.

Moving to a new household — so many choices.

Where does the heavy cooking pot go, or shall I give it wings? What about this perfect stack of porcelain, this whisk of all whisks? Where exactly will I sleep, dress, brush my teeth?

Am I alone on this journey?

Not in the least. Change, my faithful life partner, is visiting. Encouraging, hovering, sometimes demanding attention.

And yes, tapping gently on my heart.

How will this go? Will we remain friends, speak often, solve matters of love in an evolving, satisfying way?

Will we grow together, stroll into the sunset, die happy?

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100 Words: Yes. Change Is Gonna Come.

I’ve got the sweetest pair of summer sandals, strappy and black, a classy landing for any set of toes or heels headed for a crossroad, contemplating change — such perfect support for standing still or moving forward, wandering or making a beeline, walking confidently into a new life. 

Shall we, for a moment, consider this amazing “little black sandal” flexibility?

The brilliance of these beauties is their dance of versatility.  A morning walk through bright lilies, say, followed by a deliciously dark silk evening.

You’re changing again? Oh, thank you, these little shoes say, with a deep welcome.

Such wise shoes. 


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100 Words: Simple Love

The longer I live, the simpler I get. Things are clearer, faster. Not much matters except love — for myself, for others.

Why for myself?

My capacity to love me is the cap on how much I’m able to love you. It would have to be. And yes, loving the self takes practice. Awareness. A lifetime.

Self-critical moments are ever-available, arriving promptly, dressed in starched collars, ready to work, should we call on them to speak, offer authority.

To improve any relationship, love your cobweb corners, and that time you couldn’t fly. Hold your own hand, walk gently into your day.

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100 Words: Tom Brady and Me

In an interview with New England Patriot quarterback Tom Brady, he declared himself spiritual, curious about life and why we’re alive. His body is his asset. He takes conscious care of it. Loves his Brazilian wife Gisele and three children. Loves football.

Did you know? He was a last pick — too tall and skinny, weak arm, couldn’t throw a tight spiral – but wanted to play. Eventually, he surpassed all expectations, lead the Patriots to eight Super Bowl appearances, five wins.

This gives me such hope. I’ve practiced writing since my young years — maybe I’m just now finding my tight spiral.


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100 Words: Come See Me

I’m missing you, my dear. How about a short visit, what could it hurt? How nice it would be if you walked in the door! Why not get back into your skin and come see me? We’ll catch up.

I wonder how that would work exactly. Would you return as your whole new self, or as your former?

It’s an excellent question, which I will pose tomorrow morning when I awaken. Will I open my eyes as my new self that day or drag along the usual suspects?

See? I learn so much from you and you’re not even “here.”

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