Juliet Archer
My blogs
| Gender | Female |
|---|---|
| Location | United States |
| Introduction | I am a caregiver to my husband, who was diagnosed with dementia in September 2006, nine months after we were married. I intend to see him through this and to serve him every moment of every day in growth and love. |
| Interests | Well...okay...if you really want to know..., Oneness University, spirituality, meditation, djembe, walking, art, reading, writing, arithmetic (ha!) |
| Favorite movies | Ummm...lemme see, Young Frankenstein (still), anything Shakespeare, Marx Brothers when I'm sick, anything dripping with symbolism, anything that makes me laugh, independent films |
| Favorite music | Plaaah-eeze...anything but country! |
| Favorite books | OMG -- too many to list but here are some:, Awakening into Oneness: the power of blessing in the evolution of consciousness (Arjuna Ardagh), Emergence: the shift from ego to essence -- 10 steps to the universal human (Barbara Marx Hubbard), The hidden heart of the cosmos: humanity and the new story (Brian Swimme), Drumming at the edge of magic: a journey into the spirit of percussion (Mickey Hart), Science and the akashic field: an integral theory of everything (Ervin Laszlo), The biology of transcendence: a blueprint of the human spirit (Joseph Chilton Pearce), The origin of consciousness in the breakdown of the bicameral mind (Julian Jayne), ...wow -- it's getting heavy...so try these:, The diaries of Adam & Eve -- translated by Mark Twain (edited by Don Roberts), Ahab's wife (Sena Jeter Naslund), The red tent (Anita Diamant), One thousand white women (Jim Fergus), Wide Sargasso Sea (Jean Rhys), Confessions of an ugly stepsister (Gregory Maguire), ...and that's as light as it gets! |
When you spilled the milk, did it look like the moon?
Close. It rained down, as if overflowing from the Big Dipper...like it did the evening my cat, Frosty, died. Gazing at the stars that night, I saw her drinking from the Dipper. She came to show me she was okay. I was content, peaceful, and complete. Since then, spilled milk has come to symbolize for me the joy of life and death.