Everything Changing

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 same me that I was three months ago? Three years... Continue Reading →

To ponder

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 I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is... Continue Reading →

The Wisdom of Pattern

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 have this to say:  I am grateful for the pause.... Continue Reading →

Time to Get Up!

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 leave a lot of time for my typical navel gazing.I... Continue Reading →

The Journey into Autumn

 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 more tired of speaking than when I first get back... Continue Reading →

Cold and Silence in the Early Dark

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. Just like that, the past is cast off, leaves in... Continue Reading →

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