A group of butterflies is officially called a kaleidoscope,  although they are sometimes referred to as a swarm.

Years ago, I recall reading that even the slightest flutter of a butterfly's wings could alter the world as we know it. At the time, it sounded like poetic quantum physics. Yet when applied to immediate reality, it is interesting to me that despite not having not seen certain family members for years, upon learning of their passing, I found myself fluttering.

My niece messaged me on Facebook last night(yes, Facebook has its merits) that my estranged aunt Sunny was rapidly declining and going into hospice. Oh, and by the way,  sorry to tell you that Aunt Donna died yesterday. What??

We exchanged a few more hasty texts in-between work calls to arrange a time to speak directly and I find out that her father, my sweet uncle Mike (whose real name was Don--but I digress) had passed away in December, 2016.

A myriad of emotions as I felt the swarm growing.  Confusion? Grief? Gu…


Hemingway once wrote, "There is no friend as loyal as a book."  He understood even then that BFF = Book Friends Forever.

Hi, my name is Duchess and I am a bookaholic.

As a self-professed biblioholic, I have loved and devoured books since I was two years of age.
It's true. I began with Golden Books but quickly moved to Lamb's Tales from Shakespeare. In the process, I somehow missed out on "kids books" from  Dr. Seuss or Winnie the Pooh until I became an adult.

Every year when I try to do some spring cleaning I approach the difficult task of culling through my books--in theory-- to weed out some of the excess. Then there have been the numerous and painful times when I was moving from one home or city to another and felt forced to reduce the number of boxes of books to transport.

There are still not enough shelves in my current home to accommodate all my friends.  I have books stacked on their sides, on top of each other and in nooks and crannies all over the …

That was the week that was...

As per Wikipedia, “That Was the Week That Was, informally TWTWTW or TW3, was a satitical television programme on BBC Television in1962 and 1963. An American version by the same name aired on NBC from 1964 to 1965, featuring David Frost.
The programme opened with a song ("That was the week that was, It's over, let it go...") sung by Millicent Martin referring to news of the week just gone. “
It was also my childhood recollection of a very funny news program that “the adults” loved to watch every week. As a kid, I didn’t always understand the news items or the parodies but I could sense the show was witty; and it began my love affair for all things British. I reflected on TW3 as I witnessed the events of the past week in eager anticipation of it all being over soon. "O' beautiful, for spacious skies But now those skies are threatening They're beating plowshares into swords For this tired old man that we elected king Armchair warriors often fail And we've been pois…

Calling All Angels

Tuesday, November 8, 2016.
A day that will go down in history no matter who gets elected.

“We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.” It has been a grueling 18 months for all of us. However, today more than any other day of this campaign, invoke your inner Abraham Lincoln to call forth the better angels of our nature.
Because as eager as I am to see this campaign over, our real work is about what happens after tonight. So we must put our attention on the restoration of our country and our own psyches.

We each have our own work to do about healing the shadow within us that collectively out pictured as the two main candidates. (As a softer reminder, we also have something within many of us that out pictured Bernie Sanders, too).  So, here goes:

Bless you Mr. Trump and your entire en…

Electionitis - 2016

Along with friends, colleagues and fellow citizens, we have all been inundated with election rhetoric and vitriolic displays of boorish behavior.
Ever since the actual candidates were chosen, it has been a more than mudslinging of base and disrespectful behavior--and in many cases, down right lies. Yet, the media frenzy including Social Media has propagated more than it’s fair share of stories, rumours, accusations and incendiary editorials.As the months wore on, more and more accusations and slander has risen for each of the two Presidential candidates.
Throughout this time, I resisted the urge to write or post anything about the election or the candidates.I longed to offer my personal metaphysical slant to it all but I was being the old-fashioned “good girl” and staying out of it. However, in the last few weeks, so many of my ministerial colleagues have addressed this topic because it is so important to their community members and congregants, that we as supportive spiritual leaders f…

The Web of Life

...and in this case, I am not referencing the internet.

My sometimes mild aversion to the creepy crawlies does not diminish my fondness and respect for both animals and Spirit.  Which is why I have always done my very best to escort spiders outside where I feel they would be happier.

Now that I live in a new terrain where there are relatively few insects--spiders and ants-- I have had the chance to manage the experience of an ant invasion that lasted for weeks.  (Yes, the former Catholic girl that I am confesses that ultimately, chemicals were used. If you don't leave after a polite request and prayer, you are outta here if you keep ruining my kidz food).

This past week, I have had several arachnid visitors.  The first two which were of different types yet, both in my bedroom, I kind of ignored but noted.  Then on Friday in my office, I see a very large dark spider hurrying across my wall. Whoa.  This creature was thicker than most and had a big red butt. I didn't think it was…