Last week our dog Buster died. I thought back to when he first came to live with us and the word “belonging” seemed to fit his place in our life. A ragged ache slipped from Buster’s wet coat the night he stepped through our front door and soon after that we wrapped him in a new blanket of belonging, him to us and perhaps, even more so, us to him.
100…and more
August 5, 2013 By | 8 CommentsMy 100th post! What started as a writing practice, something to keep my wordsmith juices pumping, has become an avenue of insight for me over these many months.
A Good Morning
July 12, 2013 By | 4 CommentsStepping into the dawn I was startled by the change of landscape unfurled across my neighbourhood. No cars, no people, a silence that hinted of the day to come.
Living on the edge
June 30, 2013 By | 8 CommentsIt was near the beginning of my bus ride and the end of my book when a tiny spider showed up on the page I was reading. Her arrival was quite auspicious.
Practice, practice, practice
June 2, 2013 By | 9 CommentsI’ve been finding that my meditation practice of late has been wanting, a lot. Wanting more focus, more effort, more stick-to-itiveness, more walk of the talk.
Some like it hot
May 5, 2013 By | 2 CommentsToday was summer. I put on sandals for the first time in eight months. I basked in the joy of sitting outside with a friend, sipping our coffees and our conversation without wind and rain and wool escarpments hindering our access to each other’s presence. All that said, I must admit to what might seem like a treasonous leaning on such a magnificent day. I miss winter.
A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to Nibbana…
April 14, 2013 By | 4 CommentsFun. I don’t know if I was more puzzled by the word or the way I reacted to it, much like a ball hitting your chest and not knowing quite how to catch it.
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