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One of the two magical words, thanks fits the better part of my personality. It’s a casual word that dispenses with formality and conveys a sense of humility. In the modern world of communications, it has replaced sincerely as a closing salutation. It’s a quick means of agreement or acknowledgement in an e-mail reply. End of conversation.
At this time of year, we are asked to give thanks. To be sincere, to slow down, to be present. From the mundane…..
A drought is defined as “a prolonged or chronic shortage or lack of something expected or desired.” The World Series featured the Houston Astros emerging in victory, Houston Strong from the flood, with the LA Dodgers, scorched from wild fires, coming up short again. One drought ending, another extending.
There’s a lot of bravado about winning these days, anything else seen as losing. A zero sum game. Willing to sacrifice dignity and integrity, winners lavished in prosperity, losers…..
In a Star Wars kind of moment, astronomers captured the flash of neutron stars colliding 130 million light-years ago in a distant galaxy. Gamma ray telescopes witnessed lethal bursts and gravity wave detectors recorded ripples in the fabric of space, creating a treasure trove of data. Knowledge expanded, theories confirmed, mysteries explained.
It seems that neutron stars, the collapsed cores of stars, have unimaginable density. Their death spiral ends with an amazing light show, spewing gold, platinum and uranium amidst the fallout. Creative destruction opening a…..
The public journey to share my story began in a yoga studio, and has meandered through holistic conferences, writers groups and bookstores. Returning from my third Spirit of Oneness conference, I am struck by the variety of healers and seekers, individuals congregating in one uncomfortably warm arena. All of us challenged to find our own path while acknowledging that there are many paths to enlightenment.
Tolerance is defined as the “capacity to endure hardship” and also as “sympathy or indulgence for…..
I’m home from my weekend 60th birthday reunion. Our group, unofficial in every sense of the word, was born from the single idea that anyone could join. We had a fraternity-like name, played sports, got in and out of trouble, said whatever came to mind and mostly had lots of fun.
So what I take away from this weekend is the amazing laughter, side splitting, tears streaming, face hurting and soul cleansing. Remembering funny stories, embarrassing stories, serious stories. And in the process, creating…..
I have been listening to the E Street radio station as I prepare to reconnect with college friends for our collective 60th birthday party at the Jersey shore. One of my favorites, “Lost in the Flood,” has appeared a few times, prompting me to read through the lyrics, filling me with a sense of abandon.
Hurricanes emerge with fury and unpredictability, heedless of any consequences. We cede all sense of control, clinging to life. Communities experience the devastation of loss and separation, senses…..
The solar eclipse captivated the nation, mesmerizing us through protective lenses that presented the miracle in miniature. Crowds gathered to witness the magnificence of the moon dance, no thought given to political divides. In these moments, we are reminded of the smallness as well as the miracle of life.
The poem “Eclipse” is from “In Search of Something.” Moving out of the Shadow collection and into the Flash collection, it embodies waking from the slumber of Nothingness. Knowing itself through the awareness…..
They say (whoever they are) that the only constant is change. With the world changing ever more quickly, it’s become more difficult to remain present and recognize the signs of change. And being only human, it feels like we resist change by clinging to what we know, trying to remain comfortable.
So in my last blog I wondered how long we need to wait for clarity. And today I learned that if you wait long enough, the answer appears. If you wait too long,…..
I am in the midst of life’s ebbs and flows. Surrounded by the joy of shared achievements and the frustration of personal limitations, life unfolds at an uncertain pace. Bursts of creativity, droughts of doubt, sublime tears of sincerity, seemingly endless despair.
At times like this, the question that comes to mind is, “Why is this happening?” We are told that things happen for a reason, trust in the process. Good things come to those who wait. And so I adopt…..
Last Saturday I had the opportunity to share my poetry at a combined book signing / poetry reading event. The event went smoothly, I sold some books and enjoyed a lively session where I told my story and read “A Personal Connection.” To a smaller than expected audience.
So the ego would say, there should have been a bigger crowd. This wasn’t worthy of being an event, it was little more than a gathering. But it felt real, we connected…..
