Searching for the Right Tool
I got up after a sleepless night—well I probably got a few hours early on—and as most people would probably do, I got up,...
Author Archives: Michael Gray
You are to Stay Here with me now
Once upon a time there was a family of Indigo Buntings; well, at first there were only the parents and a nest with four...
The Four Immeasurables
This morning a phrase came back to me while I was sitting for my morning 30 minutes, in what I call meditation but which...
Singing to the Choir
I had an experience this weekend, which I suspect that I inflict on others all the time: treating my personal perspectives as if they...
Still a Canadian
I’d rather reread “Wind in the Willows” (Kenneth Grahame, 1908) than “Animal Farm”. I especially enjoyed the illustrated children’s version, which I read many...
Knowing Grief
“In the Lakota/Sioux tradition, a person who is grieving is considered most waken, most holy. There’s a sense that when someone is struck by...
A Pain in the Neck
What causes an old memory to return, like Little Bo Peep’s sheep or like a painted horse spinning off a carousel we are surprised...
What the Windmill Knows
Breath is the highway and also the blowing wind. And as the tumbleweeds tumble head over heels along the dusty miles of our time...
Travelling Light
It seems that we are often in the grip of opposing tendencies and easily err on one side or the other. For instance: gravity...
Joseph was a Dad
I am grateful for any story that encourages me to discover my path in life; and I consider the Parable of the Prodigal Son...