Better to Cope and Hope–than Mope
The Pathetic Hopeful Poem–Ken McKeon We need to change, Change utterly, There’s this Grotesquery afoot, A club footed staggering Eight-foot tall guy. His head...
Yearly Archives: 2016
Hope is a Sad Child, standing in the Rain
“Joining with ‘others’ in ‘our one world’, united in native sympathy through the similarities of mind that we share as a species, we could...
Bridges Made of Dream
Lying in bed, I realized that I was either just waking up or still inside some kind of dream. In the dream–let’s call it...
Being in the Dark
“Deprived of full access to this living quality of being, the senses coarsen and the human spirit shrivels. Seeing only through the filters of...
An America I’ve Never Seen
{In my friend Paul’s journal, written during his train trip to Albuquerque 22 years ago, I find a universal human story. I also get...
The Day has Come
“The recognition of not-understanding is the opening to understanding.” Revelations of Mind, p219 It seems that we all search for a place in the...
A Kinder, Gentler “Animal Farm”
Unsettling truths about the human realm can be more palatable when delivered in the form of a parable. In animal stories, such as told...
The Caterpillar and the Phoenix
I live in a nest woven out of all the twigs and pieces of string–the maxims and identifications–that I have picked up over a...
Longing to Belong
I had trouble sleeping last night and I tried a technique I learned years ago—designed to build a bridge between waking and sleeping consciousness....
The Least of These
You don’t have to be a practicing Christian to wish that our society was doing a better job living out Christ’s concern for children...