Be gentle enough

Like a fawn, the tiny girl stands nearby and says nothing. She watches it all and still stays silent, safe Continue reading →

There is light in the darkness

There is light in the darkness. No matter how much it hurts, no matter what has happened, a star is Continue reading →

Meditation Class: Guided Meditations

Below are links to some of my guided meditations. Writing a guided meditation just for yourself can be a very Continue reading →

Meditation Class

— Welcome! This week we talked about guided meditations and music for meditation. Below are some wonderful links.–Jean Guided Meditations Continue reading →

Narnia now

It is winter in Narnia, and I am as old as Mrs Beaver. The prisoners at the castle got turned Continue reading →

They kept vigil

Two women bend over the bed. The room is dark. They stretch like dancers towards his face, reaching to touch Continue reading →

The Comforter

  [Painting: The Best Of Dreams, by Liliya Garipova]   It happened while I was jogging on a wooded path Continue reading →

Singing Hope

[Part II of “Inner Rooms”] If I were singing the poem of my husband’s life, I’d sing of his laughing Continue reading →

Mama’s Secret Smile

April 23, 2010 Two weeks ago I watched my mother die. She was 87. Old people die, but this terminal Continue reading →

Sweet Islam

   She sits in prayer, eyes closed, holding the limp infant. Although she is wealthy, her baby is starving to Continue reading →

Mohammed the Scot

[Published in The Timberjay, January 1, 2016] “They deny me my birthright!” The taxi driver’s eyes flash. He’s upset, and Continue reading →

Inner Rooms

[published in the Winter 2017 edition of “Tiferet Journal”] It’s 2 am on a cool November night in 1970. I’m on Continue reading →

Flashes

It’s only when love shines through that I see the flashes. It turns out that happy or tragic doesn’t matter. Continue reading →

Not Good Enough to Die

“Is this it?” Mildred clasps my hand tighter. Her voice is eager. “Am I dying?” One of the nurses frowns Continue reading →

What Is Real?

I was wrong about what is real. The taste of buttered toast on my tongue, the vibration of my viola, Continue reading →

No Easy Wind or Downy Flake: Mongolia

  I’ve run away again. I’m an old woman standing in a high valley in Mongolia’s Altai Mountains. The mountain Continue reading →

Marie Endres

When I play my viola, I go back fifty-one years to Miss Endres’ studio on Regent Street in Madison, Wisconsin. Continue reading →

Why Do It?

Practicing simple meditation eases pain—physical, mental and spiritual pain. Meditating means sitting in silence. I learn how to let my Continue reading →

Meditation # 2. Under the Lilacs

I kneel in soft, long grass. Sweet bushes arch overhead. The lilac scent colors the quiet like puffs of magical Continue reading →