The Great Opening

It was the son of a soldier, a soldier who killed his own people. It was that gentle son who went in despair to his grandfather’s bridge to ask in his solitude why.   And that night he dreamt that everyone who’d been hurt and everyone who’d done the hurting met on that bridge. And [Read More…]

The Imperfect Circle

She was riding a horse sidesaddle through the yellowing leaves. He was watching her with such longing that I knew he would never love another. It is often this way. The heart relaxed open at the right time meets someone in the middle of coming alive and we think it can only be this one [Read More…]

Beyond Measure

Having burned dreams to keep warm, I think of dreams as kindling now. Having carried loved ones as far as I could to the other side, I make your coffee and bring you a tissue, as if these gestures open us to Heaven.   Because they do.   Having outlasted the noise in my head [Read More…]

The Art of Being Sensitive

Sometimes, when I can let things come and go naturally, it’s possible for me to glimpse the truth that, though I’m frustrated, not everything is frustrating. Sometimes, in the midst of sadness, it’s possible to glimpse that, though I’m sad, not everything is sad. Like everyone, I struggle with finding the courage to face pain, [Read More…]

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Peace is an odd word for the bubble of all there is breaking repeatedly on the surface of the heart, but I know of no other. The Native Americans come closest; nothing between inner events and what to call them. I see you and you always glow. Why not call you One-who-shines-like-a- sun-upon-first-meeting. Why not [Read More…]

Feeling the Oar

I was in the air, frustrated that fog had delayed us. Now, I would miss my flight to Dallas where I was on my way to speak about obstacles as teachers.   I was feeling pissed off when I noticed my left hand on the seat—it was my father’s hand—the large knuckles, the pronounced veins, [Read More…]

The Practice of Return

The ocean is smart—the waves recede to gather energy for the next one. —Carole Starkes   Despite all the blessings of an awakened life, and all the support we can give each other, we can stumble and lose ourselves in a second. I can leave home tomorrow and trip into an old insecurity and flounder [Read More…]

Rising Through Our Faults

I was hiking near the tree line when it started to rain and I was washed of where to go. Looking about, I realized that the fates wait for the moment that we finalize our plans to set our maps on fire. They send a storm to blow the secret from our hand. And let [Read More…]

Before the Twice-Locked Gates

I speak to you from a land where elders have shown their grandchildren how to sing their way through. I speak this in a land where skin pounds skin. From the outside in, we call this brutality. From the inside out, we call this song. The gift of Africa tells us that song is the [Read More…]

The Silent We

Through the hotel wall a woman cries, “I can’t do this anymore!” One soft life in one small box in thirty-story boxes across the city. She sends her alarm like a cell letting the body know it can’t hold up its part anymore. If I were a superhero, I’d put my hand to the wall [Read More…]