December 8, 2018

The Hands You Trust

The Hands You Trust  I am lying on the massage table as my friend Tracey draws a deep line on my calf from ankle to almost-knee. With the invisible ink of healing energy, she draws the line again and again, pausing at certain points so that ripples are released from the spot and travel up through my limb, torso, and then out the top of my head. So that ripples move up . . . and then out into the room through my skin, my fingertips. It is joyful. “Can you feel that?” I ask her. The whole room is swimming in the […]
July 3, 2018

What Feeds You

I’m sitting at the dining room table with laptop before me and books strewn around me. Today the crowd that’s gathered includes: Santideva’s Guide to the Buddhist Path of Awakening (8th century CE), The Mindful Therapist (I love Dan Siegel!), Krista Tippett’s Becoming Wise, and Brene Brown’s Braving the Wilderness. Also, Rilke is keeping me company and sharing thoughts On Love and Other Difficulties, and other mystics as well in The Enlightened Heart: An Anthology of Sacred Poetry (gift from an old lover and one of the most pored over). Tree of Life: Buddhism and Protection of Nature, Shift into Freedom, by Loch Kelly, a Sierra club magazine, and three journals are here too. Every book […]
June 7, 2018

The Practice of Compassion

    For Jiun, Compassionate Cloud They say to become a Master takes ten thousand hours of practice. But how long does it take to find your original luminous mind? Long hours of sitting in silence may reveal the wisdom flower. But the instant, the gift, of emptying restores the heart’s true power. A child lies down in soft grass and finds the emptiness here. The clouds now float inside him and the sky of freedom comes near.   When your husband is a Buddhist prison chaplain . . . Late one night Mike is reading me the rough draft of […]
February 17, 2018
When I Become a Dog Person
I call my friend Rosanne because I am overwhelmed, so much more than sad, at the latest eruption of violence. She tells me today is the Chinese New Year, the beginning of the year of the EarthDog. She reads to me what that portends—last year it was Fire Rooster igniting us to rise up and act, and this year the EarthDog energy will ground us and help us align with deeper values, with universal love, respect, awareness of the Sacred. I am comforted by her words. I choose to be. Then I remember. “Oh my, this morning I had this […]