Minding Our Spirits


Just look at that beautiful face in the picture above.  Doesn’t it make you smile…give you pause… ? Doesn’t she remind you of someone you know…or someone you would like to know?  Now, if you will, keep her face in your mind as you read the selection below.


Myself Growing Older

                                                                by Marsie Silvestro

Here I am becoming clear

Standing strong, from my years.

I am woman growing older

Finding life in myself

Finding truth in myself

Being free.

See the lines around my eyes,

Stories lived, tears I’ve cried

I am woman growing older

Finding beauty in myself

Finding strength in myself

Being strong.

I have loved, hurt, and healed

Found my dreams keep me real

I am woman growing older.

Finding peace in myself

Finding love in myself.

Growing old

2020-09-03T22:55:38+00:00September 4th, 2020|Minding Our Spirits|0 Comments

Minding Our Spirits

Out Of This Noise

I’m trying so very hard to stay positive during this time. It hasn’t been easy. It’s difficult not to keep wishing that I wake up one morning and realize that all this mess was just a dream – a nightmare. It feels to me like we’ve sailed into a perfect storm that is having its way with us no matter how we try to beat it down. It’s not just the isolation, which is so very sad. But I think I would be able to get through all this if the loneliness was all it was.  But for me, it’s so much more.

It’s the constant hostility I’m seeing manifesting itself in so many ways. Our world is so full of hate that it’s difficult to peel away all those layers to find the wealth of goodness underneath. Never before have I had to make such a conscious effort to find the positive. But now, I definitely have to remind myself to look for the good that is happening even when it’s hidden under so much of the opposite.

A while ago I was watching a Netflix movie, […]

2020-08-13T15:51:37+00:00August 14th, 2020|Minding Our Spirits|2 Comments

Minding Our Spirits


Creating a Personal Sanctuary


Sanctuary”: a place of refuge or safety.

I’ve thought a lot about this word during the past few months.

I’ve been feeling exhausted. Physically, mentally, emotionally exhausted. I’m usually pretty resilient and resourceful. But now it seemed that everywhere I turned there was uncertainty.  I know friends and family who thrive in times like these and I envy their natural buoyancy. I’m not of this breed. My ideal environment is predictable, orderly, and secure. And right now that ideal isn’t easily sustained.

That’s when I started to think seriously about the word “sanctuary”. I began to feel that this was exactly what I needed. I ordered and read beautiful books on the subject. I listened to TedTalks. I scoured the internet for information.  And I did learn a lot from all of these. They educated me on how to create quiet physical spaces in which I could place objects that would calm me and inspire a peaceful state of mind – things like a candle, a soft pillow, a framed photo of a loved one or meaningful setting, a rosary or other meditation mala, a trinket to evoke a […]

2020-06-30T09:12:50+00:00June 30th, 2020|Minding Our Spirits|0 Comments

Minding Our Spirits

Be Careful With The Crumbs

Here, this morning, my mind travels to a short poem by Gunilla Norris that I found in a beautiful book, Midwives of an Unnamed Future by Mary Ruth Broz, RSM and Barbara Flynn. You may find me quoting passages from these pages many times as we walk this journey together. The photos in the book are as inspiring as are the words.

This lovely little poem, “Even Crumbs are Bread”, is one I’ve committed this to memory…I often have to remind myself to “be careful with the crumbs”.

Be careful with the crumbs.

Don’t overlook them.

Be careful with the crumbs:

The little chances to love.

The tiny gestures, the morsels

That feed the minims.

Take care of the crumbs

A look, a laugh, a smile,

A teardrop, an open hand.  Take care

Of the crumbs.  They are food also.

Do not let them fall.

Gather them.  Cherish them.

How many times over the past three months, when I’m feeling sad and frustrated, have I relied on these beautiful words to bring me back […]

2020-06-01T15:51:42+00:00June 2nd, 2020|Minding Our Spirits|1 Comment

Weavers, All


There’s a lot we can learn from spiders.

As I sit here at my desk waiting for a blast of inspiration, something shimmering in the morning light attracts my attention. I’ve told you I’m easily distracted and here is proof positive. There on the window ledge, between the storm and screen, drapes a beautiful work of art…and I behold!. An industrious spider is spinning a brand-new web. As she works, her creation becomes covered with glistening gems of morning dew. My wandering mind starts doing its thing.

I remember learning that while most all spiders have the ability to produce silk, it’s only the females of certain species that can spin these amazing webs. (If you’re an arachnologist reading this and it isn’t true, I sincerely apologize. Please correct me by using the comment button below.)  As I try to follow her strands from one connection to the next, it doesn’t surprise me that this is the work of a female. This intricate creation requires planning, patience, the need to unite, connect, relate.  Sound familiar?

As I muse about weaving and connecting, I am reminded now of the Navaho weavers – creators of incredibly […]

2020-05-26T15:02:55+00:00May 21st, 2020|Minding Our Spirits|7 Comments
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