Nothing in life is to be feared, it is only to be understood. Now is the time to understand more, so that we may fear less. ~ Madame Marie Curie Each afternoon a COVID news update from the New York Times arrives in my virtual mailbox. And each day I read of more […]
Awash
July 18, 2020 By | 2 Comments
Awash. That word resonates for me in such a profound way, especially in these times of the pandemic.
Delusion in the Mist
September 15, 2013 By | Leave a Comment
I heard the bay of a tempest’s distant lament off in the east and felt the lightest gauze of wet patter against my skin. My mind went to all that I wanted to do today or more truthfully what I felt I had to get done or should have done.
Belonging
September 2, 2013 By | 6 Comments
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.
I’ll take an order of unfettered and alive
June 9, 2013 By | 4 Comments
On this glorious nearly summer day, I find myself spinning in a blender of abysmal dread. Okay, dread may be too intense. Is cataclysmic overwhelm less alarming?
Going home
May 20, 2013 By | 4 Comments
Rather than a piece of ground, home for me has come to mean people rather than an attachment to buildings and businesses, shifting earth and fickle skies.
Some like it hot
May 5, 2013 By | 2 Comments
Today 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.
Suffering: The Sequel
February 17, 2013 By | 5 Comments
This week I sat with death and endings. In my meditations I watched each inhale as if it were my last; each exhale the final one I would taste in this life.
An empty chair
November 25, 2012 By | 5 Comments
This grief feels thicker somehow. There’s no one here but me, rattling about and stepping over shadows of invisible cats, rewriting the script of my daily life.
The unbelievable lightness of being
March 25, 2012 By | 12 Comments
For months I had been in a state of dis-ease with my Buddhist practice, wondering where my beliefs fit into my life and what I held as dear.
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