The Truth Tellers: Noemi Ban
Since I published my first “Truth Tellers” post, the idea of “the truth” has become increasingly controversial. I started this post many times, but nothing ever seemed…
Category: Healing & Transformation
Saving Graces: Reading, and Compassion
It’s a day for lovers, so I’m republishing a post from New Year’s Eve, which various technical difficulties prevented from distribution at the time. Want to improve…
Magical thinking
I’d never felt more like a fairy queen. My slender craft floated on gentle, aquamarine wavelets under a cerulean sky littered with puffy clouds. To either side…
Little child lost
Some are reaching the saturation point regarding the inhumanity of separating children from their parents at the US border. But it’s a human imperative to share what…
Take to the streets — or to the woods?
We Quakers, seeking to live up to our history of spiritually rooted activism, often feel called to lend our voices to social or political causes. At the…
The Gift of Holiday Grief
Each year I know more people who are sad during the holidays. Many are mourning lost loved ones. That, and my own holiday grief, have seemed regrettable,…
Aikido: The Real Thing
Studying Aikido, I have found the courage to stand up for myself and others, to be at peace from a place of strength. Ironically (at least to…
The highs and lows of August 2017
What a month. I grew up in the Deep South, so the events in Charlottesville on Aug. 12 set off not only a clangor of alarm bells,…
Of lovebirds and loving the Earth
Party of six, your table is ready. Er … your ledge is ready. The setting sun hovers above the Pacific Ocean, burnishing the cluster of lovebirds with…
Owl Christmas
My third Christmas without my mom, 2015. Mom’s favorite holiday is still full of love and tissue paper, peppermint and Christmas-tree smell. But as the moon rises,…
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Saving Graces: Reading, and Compassion
It’s a day for lovers, so I’m republishing a post from New Year’s Eve, which various technical difficulties prevented from distribution at the time. Want to improve…
Magical thinking
I’d never felt more like a fairy queen. My slender craft floated on gentle, aquamarine wavelets under a cerulean sky littered with puffy clouds. To either side…
Little child lost
Some are reaching the saturation point regarding the inhumanity of separating children from their parents at the US border. But it’s a human imperative to share what…
Take to the streets — or to the woods?
We Quakers, seeking to live up to our history of spiritually rooted activism, often feel called to lend our voices to social or political causes. At the…
The Gift of Holiday Grief
Each year I know more people who are sad during the holidays. Many are mourning lost loved ones. That, and my own holiday grief, have seemed regrettable,…
Aikido: The Real Thing
Studying Aikido, I have found the courage to stand up for myself and others, to be at peace from a place of strength. Ironically (at least to…
The highs and lows of August 2017
What a month. I grew up in the Deep South, so the events in Charlottesville on Aug. 12 set off not only a clangor of alarm bells,…
Of lovebirds and loving the Earth
Party of six, your table is ready. Er … your ledge is ready. The setting sun hovers above the Pacific Ocean, burnishing the cluster of lovebirds with…
Owl Christmas
My third Christmas without my mom, 2015. Mom’s favorite holiday is still full of love and tissue paper, peppermint and Christmas-tree smell. But as the moon rises,…