Let’s Not Wait Till We’re Dead
Over poetry, you didn’t gush. You read it. You read it with the tongue. You lived it. You felt how it moved you, changed you. How it contributed to giving your own life a form,…
Over poetry, you didn’t gush. You read it. You read it with the tongue. You lived it. You felt how it moved you, changed you. How it contributed to giving your own life a form,…
on the road late summer afternoon surrounded by eroded hills, shadowed badlands, thin stalked grasses and rocks on a slight rise of the land Nebraska or Wyoming, just could be about anywhere this side of…
Carol shared this with me at our discussion at Cafe Ventana on Swami Prabhavananda’sThe Sermon on The Mount According to Vedanta… What I believe (or think I believe or feel I believe) that there is some…
It came to my attention Just in the last week or so That Tony Albrecht saw The Book of Mev on the Arandas’ bookshelves, borrowed it, and started reading it Abbie Amico is going over Faces of Poverty…
My good news is I’m still employed My good news is I have loads of work that isn’t for pay My good news is I get to meet ordinary, fascinating people like the ones at…
Happy when Amazon.com doesn’t faze me Happy shutting up Happy patiently watering the impatiens Happy to be Joanie’s Feldenkrais student Happy to enjoy I’m Not Bossy, I’m the Boss
A year ago, many of us were in a course called Writing as a Spiritual Practice. Carol was part of that gang, and she just sent me the following reflection, which I offer for your consideration….