There’s an enlivened charge for me these days around words. It could be my heightened sense of their proximity and my renewed vows towards my writing. Or maybe it’s the quaking of something that has wanted to emerge for a dozen lifetimes.
Leonard Cohen, may I have this dance?
January 29, 2012 By | 13 Comments
The other day I realized I may never have sex again. Or learn to play the cello. Or ride the Orient Express. When you reach my stage in life a lot of the things you thought would have happened by now haven’t and things you thought would never end now have a looming expiration date.
Maybe…
September 2, 2011 By | 1 Comment
At last weekend’s meditation retreat with Ven. Bhikkhu Sona he told us about a nun in residence at Birken Forest Monastery. Her name is Sister Mon, but he calls Sister Maybe. If Ajahn Sona says “See you tomorrow” or “Have a good day” Sister Mon’s reply is always “Maybe.” Impermanence, or anicca, along with dukkha […]
Impermanence, thy name is life
April 13, 2011 By | 2 Comments
The last few days I’ve been zig-zagging my way along the streets of Victoria on my way to work, not wanting to miss the final boast of the cherry blossoms for the season. The early bloomers, those provocative tarts of brilliant pink were just setting the stage for their more demure sisters, the pale pink […]
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