When I was a girl, I knew an old woman. She had a magic. A way of knowing. The strength of a person’s will. She was quiet. She watched. She listened. She smiled. Privately, she would give me summation. Weak willed. Strong willed. Willful. With or without will power. I would like to say she…
…and I mean that literally. It has been well known in certain ancient traditions that what a person thinks and says, especially repeatedly, are of the utmost importance. These thoughts and words become actions, evident in what a person does, reflected ultimately in the reality a person creates. When I was 19, the Jamaican singer,…
The woman returned to the humble task of folding napkins. “If I were my mother…”, said the woman, “…I’d be ironing them.” The girl smiled, finishing up her biscuit and gently wiping her mouth with the linen napkin before setting it down on the table next to her plate. Her hands folded under her chin,…