“The Teachings of Buddha” is read aloud on the bed next to me. By Evelyn, the two-and-a-half-year-old (don’t tell her I told you this) that can’t read. She’s dog-tired; from being snapped in and snapped out of the car seat, from tromping through slushy snow (she didn’t mind), and standing in frigid, send-you-hurriedly-back-to-the-car winds. HerContinue reading “A Special Lady”
Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl
Kanab-A-Bob
The pressures come from all around. To respond, to caregive, to simply check out. Where does one find the center in it all, on the solid ground in the hurricane’s eye where for a moment everything is still? We’re in Kanab, Utah, and it’s the first night among seven more for my family on aContinue reading “Kanab-A-Bob”
You, The Creator
With the skill of an artist’s touch on canvas, or a piece of fabric, or a block, or a blank page, something emerges, something within expressed outwardly, as if by magic. I’m no magician, but sometimes when the moon is in its waxing phase, and all the children are resting soundly in their beds, IContinue reading “You, The Creator”
Orchestratic Event
Our words have power; they can shake the ground someone walks on and can pierce into a person’s heart. “Either you intentionally decide to drink yourself to death, or you’re going to fight to live. Do one or other, but you have to quit doing both half-assed.” This is the wake-up call I gave aContinue reading “Orchestratic Event”
Perspectivity
Do you ever try to convince yourself you don’t care about something when actually you do? I’m notorious for doing this, I notice my clients do this, and I can imagine you do it too. For example, I noticed the number of views for my post from yesterday. That the number was small I hadContinue reading “Perspectivity”
Running Shmunning
I’m afraid my life is on a downhill slide; like, all the best times of my life are in the past. What a scary thought that is, right? But still, I can’t help to think – what if it’s true? I suppose my first thought is that I can’t know if it’s true. Mainly becauseContinue reading “Running Shmunning”
Living After Loss
Death is an interesting animal. Unexpected is the relief and hopefulness that arrives sometime after, like a dear old friend knocking at the door. The tendency might be to feel guilty; how is it ok to feel like a kid waiting to get into Disneyland at a time like that? At the time of myContinue reading “Living After Loss”
Flat You, Lance
I’m bored, like excruciatingly, nails running down a chalkboard bored. And I have no clue what I want to write. Maybe it’s what’s happening in Ukraine that’s causing me to feel down. Or perhaps it’s the impact of the death of our friend. Or maybe it’s both of these, along the impending responsibility of whenContinue reading “Flat You, Lance”
Floaty Dirt
“I’m the son of Nicholas Cage and Marie Presley,” said the owner of the record shop Dave and I stopped in on our way to the Washington coast. That the place was filled to the brim from the smoke of a freshly put-out cigarette made me grateful to have a mask on. In between riflingContinue reading “Floaty Dirt”
Sudden Loss
My heart is heavy over the sudden death of a friend. Her name is Cory, and just last weekend Dave and I met her and her husband and their two children, a year-old boy and 4-year-old girl at the park to talk, walk and let the children play. It was a rainy and windy day.Continue reading “Sudden Loss”