
Why Do I Go to Church?
I go to church because I like holding hands while we walk forward. We’re all lost, but we’re all walking. Continue reading
I go to church because I like holding hands while we walk forward. We’re all lost, but we’re all walking. Continue reading
It’s the hardest Christmas ever. This year mere darkness seems trivial. Hundreds of thousands are sick and dying, and the Continue reading
It’s how these things so often happen. Early on a Monday morning in about 1979, after I had finished meditating, Continue reading
[Painting: The Best Of Dreams, by Liliya Garipova] It happened while I was jogging on a wooded path Continue reading
[Published in The Timberjay, January 1, 2016] “They deny me my birthright!” The taxi driver’s eyes flash. He’s upset, and Continue reading
[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
It’s only when love shines through that I see the flashes. It turns out that happy or tragic doesn’t matter. Continue reading
“Is this it?” Mildred clasps my hand tighter. Her voice is eager. “Am I dying?” One of the nurses frowns Continue reading
I’ve run away again. I’m an old woman standing in a high valley in Mongolia’s Altai Mountains. The mountain Continue reading
I hate going home for Christmas. It’s not the cookies and beer, the endless bowl games or the high school Continue reading
This is from my own life experience. I wrote it the day after Robin Williams died. She goes into Continue reading
It’s not conception, not pregnancy, not nursing, not even wiping snotty little noses. After all, dogs and cats give birth Continue reading
Odd beads, too long and twisted to be a hippie’s necklace. I hold them softly between thumb and forefinger. Not Continue reading
Northern Minnesota It’s not quite dawn as I write. Even here in the main room, inside the thick log walls, Continue reading
It’s never as fun as in Peter Pan. It’s murder—A public execution. Peter Pan flew, but I don’t know how. Continue reading
Here’s a meditation or prayer for the next few days: We hold a vision of light that shines brighter than Continue reading
When I’m not singing in the choir, I like to sit right over there. In years past Barb R. usually Continue reading
Christmas comes as the darkness grows. Easter comes after the darkness is complete. At Christmas, we light candles in the Continue reading