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Mindfulness

A Mighty Grand Parade

I sit a lot. How about you? In my writing studio, first thing in the morning, I settle into my “Bliss Chair.” (Have you added your blessing to it yet?) If I’m not careful, I’ll…
Phyllis Cole-Dai
January 24, 2022
Peacemaking

Putting on the Purple

Last night I dreamed about John. John was long married to Julia, my father’s cousin, once removed. “Just a shirt-tail relative,” you might be thinking. But John and Julia happened to live in Goshen, Indiana,…
Phyllis Cole-Dai
January 18, 2022
Poetry

The Cento as Invitation

My goodness, what an outpouring of reader responses to “Gentle Way Home,” the cento I offered last week! The feedback has prompted me to do a follow-up, especially since you, like so many others, might…
Phyllis Cole-Dai
January 12, 2022
Poetry

Gentle Road Home

On this second day of 2022, I have to admit I’m emotionally drained. COVID is surging again. Rampaging wildfires have displaced thousands of people in Colorado. Thousands more are without power after record snowfall in…
Phyllis Cole-Dai
January 3, 2022
Music

Always Be Sunday

I love music. I love to sing it, play it, compose it. I love to write about it (as I’m doing in The Singing Stick, my novel-in-progress). Most of all, I love to listen to…
Phyllis Cole-Dai
December 7, 2021
Mindfulness

Gratitude’s No Joke

“Do you know that awesome feeling when you get into bed, fall right to sleep, stay asleep all night, and wake up feeling refreshed? … Me neither.” So goes the joke. Here’s another: “I’m neither…
Phyllis Cole-Dai
December 2, 2021
Mindfulness

The Lie That Was True

The first lie I can remember telling dates to my first day of kindergarten. The big classroom in our small-town school (long since razed) enchanted me. With a bank of tall windows along one side…
Phyllis Cole-Dai
November 18, 2021
Mindfulness

Are You Friends with Your Hands?

Nightly temperatures have been dipping into the twenties, but at our house, we’re still enjoying tomatoes, thanks to our friend Jim and the small greenhouse he rigged up in our “pandemic victory garden." Whenever I…
Phyllis Cole-Dai
November 9, 2021
Mindfulness

I See Your Golden Feathers

In the hardware store, I select a quart of interior paint from the brands on the shelf. Bright white, for household trim. “My,” the cashier says, as she rings me up, “you’re quite the golden…
Phyllis Cole-Dai
October 26, 2021
Poetry

The House That Love Builds

This week for Staying Power, I sat down to write one thing, and something totally different came out. (Surprise! Ain’t life grand?) What came out was a poem that imitates “The House That Jack Built,”…
Phyllis Cole-Dai
October 12, 2021