Of Two Minds.
“After apprenticing to such narratives, in typical Western fashion, many of us revise our stories as we move away from home turf, family of...
Tottering in Emptiness.
Sitting one morning recently, watching my breath, watching thoughts and feelings, something occurred to me: that when I die, I’ll be leaving more emptiness...
Backing into Compassion
At a recent support group for bereaved parents, the facilitator, whose son died at least five years ago, said that in her experience the...
The Lillies of the Field.
“Behold the birds of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them.”...
Round Midnight–by Ken
They could be a downer, These slowed down blue piano notes, A Poem by Ken McKeon
It is Good to Receive
We hear that it’s better to give than to receive; and my experience is that when I give of myself the world feels friendlier....
A Prayer for Jon
Dedication for our beloved son, Jon, who passed away on April 21, 2019, at the age of 27 May you be happy May you...
Logging and Clear Cutting
I realized a day or so ago that our society uses the word “logging” to refer to at least two distinct activities. Our forest...
The Startup–a poem by Ken
March on April into May, Oh my, Grey damp near summer weather’s here complete with crows, The gods have gotten us together one more...
What we don’t know
I’m been feeling inadequate and overwhelmed by the pain and confusion that periodically sweeps through my family and for which the latent threat of...