I Do Think That They Will Sing To Me
A friend loaned me a scanner I’ve thousands of photos in basement from decades ago Do I dare disturb the universe? Yes
A friend loaned me a scanner I’ve thousands of photos in basement from decades ago Do I dare disturb the universe? Yes
“There’s plenty of time in this day” Who would claim that And risk setting off a cacophonous chorus of groans? “There’s never enough time To get done all the things I have to do— never,…
Love Laws and the Hierarchy of Despair: The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy “He didn’t know that in some places, like the country that Rahel came from, various kinds of despair competed for…
Join us this fall for a writing course that focuses on the 59 mind-training slogans as taught by beloved Buddhist teacher Pema Chödrön in her book, Start Where You Are: A Guide to Compassionate Living….
In the summer of 2013, when Ron Laney arrived at Magnolia Grove Monastery in Mississippi, a practice center in the tradition of Thich Nhat Hanh, what he had planned on was simply staying for a…
for Bella Levenshteyn There are 10,000 reasons to meditate (at least) There are 10,000 beings to save (for starters) There are 10,000 demented states of consciousness to purify (carpe diem) There are 10,000 dreams to…
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In this Washington Post piece on Rory Kennedy’s new film, Last Days in Vietnam, she is quoted as follows: “I think the reason why people don’t know what happened [in 1975] was this was such…
Lindsay Weston recently wrote me Asked if I could recommend anything to read Instantly I thought of the trilogy So long on my shelf Barely perused but Now may be the time! I sent word…
If I had known Ernesto as he appears in the yellowed photograph Julia showed me: lean, bearded, with his plaid shirt and linen pants, hands in his pockets and that vague air of helplessness, I’d…