June 11, 2018

My neighbor and I wave to each other through the trees, though we don’t even know each other’s name. After a snowstorm, we worm our way out. I admit it’s comforting to see another in the open, leaning on his shovel, his breath clouding as he looks again to the sky. There’s something primal in knowing that we each have a fire we huddle around. I love clearing the path to our door and leaving the light on. But if… Read more

June 4, 2018

In the Hindu Upanishads, there’s a passage that speaks to how those who become wise lose their names in the Great Oneness, the way rivers lose their names when they flow into the sea. In this transformation from the solitary to the communal, there’s a mysterious physics that each generation has to relearn regarding what is possible when we can work together. Time and again, we’re asked to discover, through love and suffering, that we are at heart the same…. Read more

May 29, 2018

I’m drifting today between the delicate and the harsh, between all that has passed and all that is yet to come. I think of my father now gone, and your mother now gone, and George’s mom who just died at ninety-nine. I feel stretched between the peace and tension that dilates and constricts for Eternity. When the Universe constricts, we are tense and conflicted. When the Universe dilates, we are still and at peace. I think of Joel who died… Read more

May 21, 2018

how little time there is, I’m falling in love with everything: the stranger whose name I’ll never know, and the crow pecking at the half bagel she left for him.   Now that the walls I didn’t know were walls have come down, I want to care for everything. And the sun warming in all directions without preference is showing me how.   Today my heart aches, not because something is lacking, but because the love I’ve carried all along… Read more

May 14, 2018

I am tired of those who swill their head in a bucket and claim there is no God or Good or Beauty to be had.   I come from a tribe of survivors who love life more than the hardships they’ve been dealt. And we have found each other the way rivers find the sea.   We know pain, fear and struggle, like dark fish nibbling at our bottom. But have grown love, faith and will like barnacles, razored out… Read more

May 7, 2018

The train slammed into the station, injuring hundreds. The engineer was critically hurt. People toppled over each other, bouncing across seats and against windows. There was blood and glass everywhere. One woman shimmied her way to the platform when part of the station ceiling fell, pinning her. She thought she would die. Then the hands of fellow passengers lifted her, one to another, and she was saved. Later, she wanted to say thank you but didn’t know who to thank…. Read more

April 30, 2018

Where do all the forgotten promises land? “I would never hurt you.” “I will love you forever.” “What’s mine is yours.”   I have been on both sides.   Sometimes in our frailty we don’t follow through. We simply don’t deliver. But often, we promise what can’t be promised.   It’s not a matter of lying. Though sometimes we lie. More that the hawk’s wings can’t cover the sky.   A Question to Walk With: In conversation with a loved… Read more

April 23, 2018

For example, the toaster needs to be cleaned, and taking it apart, the last screw loses its thread, and I can’t take the bottom off completely or put it back together. But it was my grandmother’s toaster, and I’m not ready to get another. But no one will fix it, and I can’t figure out how to. So I stop having toast for a month until I can accept it’s time to let it go. And somehow, though I feared… Read more

April 16, 2018

You can, despite the innocence you were born with, feel that something is missing, and try to forget that you are empty, by reading hundred- year-old novels, or planting dozens of bulbs, or you can try to fix what you see as broken in others until they call you kind, or you can look into the hidden gears of the world until others think you intelligent, and when nothing reaches you, you can run into things until old ways crack,… Read more

April 9, 2018

If you can’t sleep or look away from all that’s going on, then you haven’t done enough. I know that’s not helpful. But we have to accept this so we can do better the next time. We have to stand up before someone tells someone else they don’t belong. We need to look for the one who is lost before they become a fugitive. We must give a voice to kindness before people forget what it means. So if you… Read more

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