Deb Pierce McCabe
Social Atoms in a Post-Pandemic World:
Naming the Electrons in Your Electronic Orbit Every year or two, I do an assessment of my social atom as a sketch. The social atom, created by Jacob Moreno, founder of psychodrama, is a diagnostic tool to help clients identify … Continue reading →
It Wasn’t Much
Three blankets and a pair of boots. I hoped I could help someone, or maybe a few people, stay warm. It took me a while to find the place. Tucked away in a corner between two major highways near the … Continue reading →
The Seed Remembers
The seed remembers The seed, the stem, the water in each cell, the chemical magic of light turning to chlorophyll. The seed remembers all of this in its tight knot of DNA, in its dreaming as the rain drops trickle … Continue reading →
Spontaneous Joy
Spontaneous Joy When I was in my late twenties a friend and I went backpacking out to the coast in Olympic National Park. We parked at Lake Ozette and took the trail out to Sandpoint, about three miles mostly on … Continue reading →
This One Is Ours
For those of you who’ve been grumbling about 2021 and the prospect of 2022, I want to offer another perspective. Because despite our cynicism about the state of the world, and even in the midst of cultural and climate challenges, … Continue reading →
Today We Grieve Again For Our Country
I’m listening to Will Ackerman’s the Sound of Wind Driven Rain. The open tuning guitar melodies soaring Take me to a place where the spirit turns joyfully And yet here, in our bodies, we cannot rise to the aspirations Of … Continue reading →
Putting Out Fires
I’m not a firefighter. I am a women’s advocate. I have worked with survivors of domestic abuse and sexual assault. There are different kinds of fires in our lives, so the metaphor won’t apply to every circumstance, but here is … Continue reading →
Improvisational Writing from the Heart
This class will be starting up again in January, 2023. Let me know if you’re interested in participating. More information is on the “about” page.
Somewhere Back In Time
Somewhere back in time a younger version of myself stronger, with muscles build up from biking and playing with arms strong enough to climb trees with good balance, and hearing so accurate that I could hear the fall of a leaf … Continue reading →