Category: Reflections

  • Amid the Cold of Winter

    Amid the Cold of Winter

    Thoughts on the gifts of cold, darkness, and suffering.

  • How the Light Gets In

    How the Light Gets In

    “Start again,” I heard them say, “Don’t dwell on what has passed away or what is yet to be.” — Leonard Cohen

  • Where is My Home?

    Where is My Home?

    “Where is my home?” poet Rainer Maria Rilke asks.

  • If People Were Stray Animals

    If People Were Stray Animals

    If people were stray animals, we would all be worth rescuing. Groups of rescuers would band together, forming networks whose only purpose is to give care and comfort to the abandoned. […] How lovely, if each traumatized person were valued as much as a stray animal.

  • Widows Speak Up

    Widows Speak Up

    We widows and other bereaved folks who cannot get past our losses fear being unhappy the rest of our lives.

  • 8 Steps to a Good Mind

    8 Steps to a Good Mind

    When life is difficult, as it often is, how do you cope with reality? Here are some suggestions for maintaining a positive mind.

  • Shadow


    This past weekend I had the privilege of witnessing a courageous confrontation. In this situation, although many of us had felt disturbed by behaviors going on in the classroom, no one had mustered the courage to say anything, myself included. Finally, though, one of us decided to confront the situation.

  • Where Is My Home?

    How difficult it is to be happy or content as a state of mind when one’s soul was schooled in loneliness, anxiety, and abandonment.

  • Repair

    The feminine is receptive, inclusive, rejuvenating, nurturing; the masculine is about power, independence, initiative, logos, and (strangely enough) Sophia. The whole human being needs all of these traits and gifts and more if he or she hopes to run a good race.

  • As If It Would Never End

    An airport is a vacuum, a place of an unwelcome sort of timelessness where one can introvert and come to three hours later like someone who has been knocked unconscious. I’ve been knocked unconscious. Lately it has been impossible to get the sort of time alone I need. I wonder from time to time this…

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