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....
Category: Companions in Time
The Happy Prince
My mother was the main influence in my life, at least for the time I lived at home, but I don’t think that she...
Imbalance: an Inner Disharmony
My work environments for several decades have been places where there were more women than men. Sometimes this has been remarkably one-sided. True, I’m...
The Little Train that Can
Just as eight passenger cars standing in the station become one integrated train heading into the future, when the couplings pull tight and each...
It Takes a Train . . .
A sound somewhere in the neighborhood appeared before my awareness and I understood something illusive. I ordinarily hasten to fill in the gaps in...
Maybe Light My Fire
In the natural world, or at least when human ingenuity impinges upon it, we see moths flying into candle flames and hovering around porch...
Separation Anxiety
This morning I was doing an exercise called “The Object and its Glow”, which invited me to discover experientially that I (the viewing self)...
Diving into Time
Arriving at my sister’s house in Canada, for my first visit in a dozen years, an odd familiarity arose, mixed with a feeling of...
My Grandparents and Me
My father (Francis Maplestone Gray) once shared a surprising story with me (or perhaps I only heard it through my sister, who was more...
Me and my Wall.
Am I standing or floating in the stream of time? “We do not let satisfaction be a reality. We try to achieve it in...