Could it be that yesterday I heard a sentence never before uttered in the history of humankind? See what you think. Yesterday was Halloween Abundant Flamboyant on Main Street Beacon, NY—costumes galore, even a parade. For our part as soon-to-be proprietors of a Main Street gallery named Playful Loving Deep (opening a week from today […]
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SING I love singing with this song as loud as I can as frequently as I can. I call it meditation with a big mouth. Some words, they can’t be spoken, only sung So hear a thousand voices shouting love There’s a place There’s a time In this life When you sing
My guru says don’t be shy about getting in God’s face. You’re His child, after all. Hat-in-hand is no way to approach your parent. Demand what serves your noblest aspirations. So I say: G, I’ve boiled it down. I need two things to feel the path I’m traveling is blessed.
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Among the thousands of stones that have surfaced on the land I tend. I have relatives who are Chinese. Years ago I asked one of them why was it, did he suppose, that the eyes of Chinese people are shaped as they are. What environmental circumstance caused their eyes to adapt in the particular way
My beloved’s suicide plus 18 months. The word is not the thing, and all I can give you is words. Seemingly never-ending new depths in the ocean of surrender. Familiar after familiar revealed as ephemeral. Perhaps it’s a feeling one has as death of the body approaches. Only for me it isn’t
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A friend is helping me “re-home” many belongings as I dramatically downsize the physical accouterments of my life in preparation for taking up residence in the new tiny monastery the bank and I jointly own. Among them is the first real bed my beloved and I purchased over 40 years ago. At that time, it
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Juggling eggs while galloping on a Kentucky Derby winner is what a lot of this year has felt like for me. I don’t wish things were different, but it sure is surreal. There are times when the thought of a brief vacation is very appealing. So when the winter’s firewood arrived, instead of asking our
At this fragile time, others have characterized my relationship with my beloved as “caring for her.” While it’s a perfectly understandable assessment, that’s not how I experience it. I don’t feel I’m doing anything for her. I’m simply attempting to honor my own sense of personal integrity. I’m attempting to act as best I