Two great lines for the price of one (it is Christmas, after all) this week, from Marie Howe’s extraordinary poem … More
Tag: mindfulness
In search of beginner’s mind
As I come back to this blog, I am looking to try and inhabit what Zen practitioners call beginner’s mind. … More
The blanket
Though you may disappear, you’re not forgotten hereAnd I will say to you, I will do what I can do … More
A day he won’t have
I had bumped into a friend at the cash machine. We greeted each other, as we always do, with a … More
What you read in 2020
Here are the blog posts that you read most in 2020 As I click through the links I am surprised … More
This was a good week
Third Sunday in Advent Today I pause from giving you updates from grief’s front line and take a leaf from … More
In memory of Harold Budd
Harold Budd, May 24, 1936 – December 8, 2020 I am reposting this piece today in memory of Harold Budd, … More
The Sky Over My Mother’s House
The Sky Over My Mother’s House It is a July night scented with gardenias. The moon and stars shine hiding … More
A holiness to exhaustion
First There is a holiness to exhaustion is what I keep telling myself, filling out the form so my TA … More
You’ve got to write it all down
The unexamined life’s no different from … More
Go well
I have walked into the grief. I have walked into brave space, mine and others’. I have sat in … More
Tired, but
I am tired. Though I write from a place of privilege and of safety, I am tired. Tired of feeling … More
We never keep to the present
We never keep to the present. We recall the past; we anticipate the future as if we found … More
Living in the layers
The Layers I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I … More
A quiet moment
I can’t be alone in experiencing the coronavirus crisis and resulting lockdown as something of an infringement on my … More
Crashing out
My concentration has not been all that it might have been recently. Loved ones are suffering. Some with this thing, … More
Practice
Practice To weep unbidden, to wake at night in order to weep, to wait for the whisker on the face … More
Any Common Desolation
Any Common Desolation can be enough to make you look upat the yellowed leaves of the apple tree, the fewthat … More