100th Blogday—Reflections on a Blog’s Birth, Change, and the Optimism to Try Again

Spiralwoman.com was born sometime during the very early part of 2013. At that precise time, I was in a tunnel and the light was starting to show. I was ready to emerge. To write, live, forge ahead. Starting this blog was a huge affirmation of life and joy. I’m not altogether sure of the details… Continue reading 100th Blogday—Reflections on a Blog’s Birth, Change, and the Optimism to Try Again

Location, Location, Location—How A Place Can Call Your Name

Here I am back in Charlottesville. Again. Or should I say: againagain. It’s been nearly a year since I spent two weeks here. There was an unplanned extra week as I waited for my car’s new transmission to be installed, attended the gun control march in the wake of the Parkland shootings, and worked remotely… Continue reading Location, Location, Location—How A Place Can Call Your Name

I Don’t Know Why You Say Goodbye, I Say Hello

Last things often precede first things. The last night in a familiar home precedes the first night of a new life in a new place. The last oatmeal cookie precedes the first taste of a new cookie never imagined before. The last time ever I saw this place, comes just before the first time ever… Continue reading I Don’t Know Why You Say Goodbye, I Say Hello

Most People Are Good–My Cincinnati Airport Miracle

My plane from Charlotte NC had landed about fifteen minutes ago. I was back in Cincinnati where I’m staying for a few weeks. Pulling my little carry-on, I got to within 20 yards of the parking garage where I left my car 36 hours earlier when my brain exploded with the realization that I did… Continue reading Most People Are Good–My Cincinnati Airport Miracle

I Can See Clearly Now (Almost)

It started as a little swelling on my eyelid. A little pressure. I could ignore it, but should I? Life went on, but sometimes I would peer into the mirror, squinting to see better. What WAS that thing? Over the course of a week, it transformed daily—hourly—into increasingly offensive versions of a vision-occluding sty. Finding… Continue reading I Can See Clearly Now (Almost)

PWITP: Women, Empowerment, and Purpose

What gives you hope? For me, today, May of 2018, it’s the same thing that has boosted my flagging optimism for the last 12+ months. It’s a movement, a mission, a project called Putting Women in Their Place and it’s the brainchild of my very own sister, Megan Park. And it’s fucking brilliant. Let’s look… Continue reading PWITP: Women, Empowerment, and Purpose

Flight and Flame: My Eostre Dream

I awoke with this dream still trailing through my consciousness. A gift for the first of April, for the magical season of springtime festivals and religious transport of all kinds. The early part of the dream had faded, but in that first chapter there was a quest, a journey to an important destination. In my… Continue reading Flight and Flame: My Eostre Dream

Stranded in C’ville? Checking My Privilege

I arrived in Charlottesville, VA last Monday. One week ago today, in fact. I got almost all the way here under my own steam. In other words, as usual, I drove. But the last 22 miles into town were under the steam of my old friend Annie. She had to fetch me from the automotive… Continue reading Stranded in C’ville? Checking My Privilege

Virtuality Check (not your typical blog)

I pinch myself. Is this my life? Or am I asleep on a beach having a vivid hallucination-induced dream. Like the convoluted geographically intricate dreams I wake in the middle of. Dreams in which I don’t know where I am, but there is a staircase or a porch. Something specific going somewhere or leading away.… Continue reading Virtuality Check (not your typical blog)

Di Sua Mano: Il Divino Made This

Every line, cross-out, hatch mark, smudge, and masterful stroke was made by him. Michelangelo. Himself. Il Divino—the Divine One. 133 drawings di sua mano—by his hand. Awareness of that translated into a constant ball of excitement and emotion swirling inside me. I’ve been a hardcore Michelangelo fangirl since I was about five and my mother… Continue reading Di Sua Mano: Il Divino Made This