I’m taking an online class from Pema Chodron, one of my beloved teachers. There’s a ton of great information to absorb (way more than I can probably absorb in one 6-week class) but the question she recently asked has stuck with me: Am I the… Read More
Would you rather be right or transformed? Image: Little flower sprout grows through urban asphalt ground by 晓燕 黄 – public domain
“I dip my pen in the blackest ink, because I’m not afraid of falling into my inkpot.” ~Ralph Waldo Emerson “Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.” ~Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 6: Fables and Reflections… Read More
I really want to write something tonight, but I find myself at a loss, with no serious thoughts/observations of my own to share – though I will nudge you toward reading this amazing post by Danielle LaPorte on building a spiritual practice. (So good!) I suppose I do… Read More
Whew! This summer is busting my butt! Still, there’s not a lot of fodder for complaint. I started a new job this week, though, and I’m working my way through the sludge of “I don’t know what I’m doing”s and “I’m totally overwhelmed”s, which doesn’t… Read More
Some rights reserved by Grigor Hristov Consider the trees which allow the birds to perch and fly away without either inviting them to stay or desiring them never to depart. If your heart can be like this, you will be near to the way. –Zen Saying–
No Escape by Sylvie Pickering The Uses of Sorrow by Mary Oliver (In my sleep I dreamed this poem) Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift. I am never… Read More
Some rights reserved by Leah Makin Photography Today, in church, we talked of transience. After, during silent meditation, a vision: I was sitting, covered in crows, self as a bare-branched tree…until they all flew away, and I was both gone and free. Gone and free.… Read More
What a bizarre week it’s been. I’m still in limbo in so many ways. I moved out of my apartment on Tuesday, spending most of the day with T, who didn’t phone it in (as expected) but actually worked his ass off moving my stuff… Read More
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