My Two Cents
Who in their right mind doesn’t have compassion for anyone who finds outrage to be the only expression they have at this time in response to the wreckage of Trump?
And yet, to me, the most harmful part of Trump is not Trump, but the negative feelings we have about him. The many forms of unmanaged fear.
Getting rid of all things Trump is both important and beside the point. There will always be the unwell. Growing our resilience is imperative. Read More
Every child has known God.
Not the God of names,
Not the God of don’ts,
Not the God who ever does anything weird,
But the god who only knows
Four words.
And He keeps repeating them, saying:
“Come dance with me.”
~ Hafez
This blog is meant for every person who aspires to use all of life––the brutal, the glorious, the just plain nuts––to cultivate a well-honed heart, one increasingly playful, loving and deep.
Imagine us crossing paths every so often and sharing whatever our experiences are teaching us. This blog is my contribution. I hope you’ll add yours when it feels right.
Sunday, 14 January 2018
A week ago I published “The Beautiful Farewell of Nancy Cathcart.” Yesterday Nancy died. In the intervening six days the essay was viewed nearly 4000 times on my website, eliciting uncountable expressions of thankfulness for Nancy.
There’s a sweet irony in the fact that I probably knew Nancy just about the least of all those who honored her with their words. Read More
If I had to condense all of life into one activity, it would be this: embracing the present moment, and responding to it with all the beauty we can muster.
By beauty I mean that which draws us in the direction of oneness, unity, kinship. The opposite of judgment.
To pull this off, of course, requires us to open one of life’s most precious gifts, the gift of choice. We must define for ourselves what, in fact, is going on. Then, we must determine what it means for us to respond in beauty.
These choices can be especially poignant when what we’ve determined is at hand is our death.
So it has been for Nancy Cathcart. And the beauty with which she has responded, if my experience is any measure, is enriching the lives of that big tent full of fortunate souls she considers her tribe. Read More
Jamaica holiday, right now.
These are three of my grandchildren. All teenagers. Two sisters. Three cousins. Each is a child of the heart of a lovely configuration of devoted adults.
They’ve known each other their whole lives, though they meet as a trio only a few times a year. Nothing diminishes their acceptance of one another, their love, their trust, their teasing. Whatever they might hide at this point in their life just doesn’t matter. When together they exude that rarest and most precious of energies. Joy. It’s infectious. Read More
"I honor that we are killing the earth for the same reason I consider being an alcoholic a privilege: it is a doorway to the profound self-understanding required to make truly healthy choices."
The Essay: Honoring the Killing of the Earth
