It’s winter again / I am living

Two great lines for the price of one (it is Christmas, after all) this week, from Marie Howe’s extraordinary poem … More

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

Though you may disappear, you’re not forgotten hereAnd I will say to you, I will do what I can do … More

I had bumped into a friend at the cash machine. We greeted each other, as we always do, with a … More

Here are the blog posts that you read most in 2020 As I click through the links I am surprised … More

Third Sunday in Advent Today I pause from giving you updates from grief’s front line and take a leaf from … More

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 It is a July night scented with gardenias. The moon and stars shine hiding … More

First There is a holiness to exhaustion is what I keep telling myself, filling out the form so my TA … More