Forgiving past wrongs

Forgiving past wrongs

Sometimes, it’s the old hurts that seem deepest and deadliest. Those are the ones we hang on to. They come to define us. They seem inescapable. For example, the national leader of a religious community with which I have a small connection was charged with sexual...
Loving the world

Loving the world

One of my PCAs has been telling me stories from “the other side” – the part of America that is black and poor. Another child shot dead. A homeless family staying in drug users’ apartment because it’s what they can find, hoping the teenage children are not learning the...
On loving my enemies

On loving my enemies

Both Buddhism and Christianity suggest love for those I think of as my enemies. Who do I think of as enemies? Much is made of the political divisions in our country at the moment. They are outward signs of inner philosophical differences. I want government policy to...
the blessing of breath

the blessing of breath

My breathing is “compromised” these days. I can’t get a deep enough breath to finish a sentence. When I sing, I just hit some of the notes while I spend others inhaling. Every other night I use a BiPAP machine. (I wish it were every night, but the mask damages my...
reinventing my painting practice

reinventing my painting practice

One of the things I am reinventing this month is my art practice. I think wistfully about the days when I could just pick up a brush and make a “mess painting.” I would wet the brush and then wet each oval in my watercolor set. That would wake up the paint. Then I...
Want change? Don’t panic.

Want change? Don’t panic.

Suppose one day you find yourself in a dark and musky wood thinking your life must be otherwise and you’d change it if only you could resist the urge to scream and run or to jump and thrash around rather sit straight and just gently breathe let your thoughts...