The Christmas Seed

It is dark and getting darker. Under the snow is bitter ice, and under that, brown earth. I remember standing Continue reading →

When Christmas Hurts

It’s the hardest Christmas ever. This year mere darkness seems trivial. Hundreds of thousands are sick and dying, and the Continue reading →

Mrs. Stanley’s Lesson

It’s how these things so often happen. Early on a Monday morning in about 1979, after I had finished meditating, Continue reading →

Burrowing into Darkness

Things seem a shambles. Outside, I question if democracy is worth it. Fire deaths, atrocities, shootings and massive hardship blare 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 →

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 →

Meditation #1. The Holy Spring

Sheep wander around me, slow round puffs with faces. An Irish mountainside slopes up to gnarled crags. The sea moves Continue reading →