Author: nlondon36

  This weekend I slipped into town to buy essentials: milk, bird seed, vitamins, and pick up a package at the post office. Everywhere... people driving, people standing in endless lines in overheated stores, patient, resigned. Displays weighted down with a land-fill worth of plastic poinsettias, ornaments and wreathes.The unmistakable holidays are approaching crowdfeel. It … Continue reading Choose Love

I’ve begun waking up at 3:30 am with things on my mind. I get out of bed, light candles, but I can’t meditate. I drink coffee but I don’t get woke. I nibble on a favorite comfort snack: toast with honey and cinnamon, wrap a shawl around myself. Cozy. My version of creating a feeling … Continue reading care package

days like today when I wake up and overnight it's autumn, the heavy blanket of summer heat gone, the last hummingbirds hovering at the feeder drinking the last of the sugar water,  leaves crisping, shimmering on the trees, holding on like baby teeth, mums bursting open like party favors,  sunflowers bowing their heads in prayer. days when … Continue reading mama said there’d be days like this

I turned 75 this August. I celebrated with Richard, my husband of 32 years, at Cliff River Springs, a Shangri-La of an oasis about 60 miles north of Santa Fe with a spring-fed pond deep enough to swim in, endless hiking trails, grazing deer,  fabulous yellow hummingbirds and 1200 acres of serenity. As a hospice worker I was always fascinated by … Continue reading age matters

  Back in the day when hippies ruled the world, there was a saying: You were either on the bus or off the bus. You either believed in the unseen presence of Spirit, benevolent creator of magic and synchronicity, or you consigned yourself to sit out the party in muggle-land. You either surrendered and let the flow take you, or … Continue reading On The Bus