Good Bye, Bella
Bella, our sweet miniature Aussie taught us love, again. You can’t learn that lesson too often. She came into our lives 14 months ago,...
Category: Passages
Things Keep Happening
Over time I’ve begun to notice, on my journey through these endless tunnels, that I sometimes see things that remind me of things I’ve...
Listening to the River
I like river images as a way to invoke the flowing connection between seemingly separate things in life. I grew up beside the Saint...
An Uncreated Path
I think it’s fair to say that everyone alive today, if they have their full faculties and feel connected with other people, animals, or...
Just One Way of Looking
Anyone who keeps a journal, as I do, or has written a memoir, is familiar with writing from the “first person singular” point of...
Taking Comfort Where We Can
The wind is tossing the tree branches outside my window. I don’t have to stir from my couch to welcome them into my world–as...
This Time of Year
It’s ‘the holidays’ again. It can seem strange that the phrase “the holidays” refers to just two of many official days when there is...
Flying Freely
“Do your thoughts fly freely? If not, the regime of mind holds you in its grip.” —Gesture of Great Love, Tarthang Tulku, page 24....
Raven Knows
A trunk by itself is nothing Concentric circles locked in place Big zeros and little zeros Marking time, polarizing space But add branches, add...
Water Trickling from a Rock
This morning, while ‘meditating’, I turned on the lamp beside the couch where I sit, not once but twice. Both times, I hoped to...