Category: Essays

  • The High Jumper. . .

    It has been said with anger that I set the bar too high for mere mortals to scale. It was not for them the bar was set but for me, to rise as high as the immanent god had deemed for me. I could not know that they would try   to jump for me.…

  • When Life Is An Act of Devotion. .love speaks . .

            Grampa says . .  Grandma created first homemade meatballs in eggplant/ tomato sauce over polenta with a salad of romaine, cherry tomatoes and kohlrabi with olive oil and balsamic. . .   and then crafts with grandma Claudia, the talented artist. . . .     And then a story to…

  • We Are In Need, sorely. . .

    We Lift Our Heads. . . We lift our heads as we face our Source and give thanks to these gifts beginning our day; a body without pain and a mind clear and receptive; a heart that beats steadily and ears that hear clearly. For these gifts we are grateful. Open us and allow not…

  • We Teach What We Are. . .

    The reasons are many for the ways of this world. It is not to see what difference we make in outward matters but what difference we can make within ourselves.  Do we see where our soft spots are, places we see needing change and where to begin?   What is wrought within are reasons for real…

  • A Big Step. . Loving For The Right Reasons. . . .

      We must love for the right reasons if we are to find peace within ourselves.  When we think we must love because children must love their parents or parents their children simply because we borne them or are born to them, then when systems go awry,  there is chaos within. As parents, we injure…

  • A Meditation. . . does the world stand still for you?. . . .

      Come with me to this place I visit often, hidden behind an eyelash; where it is Easter all the time and rebirth is not a sometime thing; where gods cavort in joyous abandon. Come, we dance. . . .   Today the world stood still. In the bright afternoon sun I saw a butterfly…

  • The Children Will Lead. . . but You Are The Answer. . . .

      The Children Shall Lead Us. . . . Young people,  some only in grammar schools,  around THE WORLD have taken leave of their classrooms today to strike their concerns about the coming death of their best and only classroom.  It is this planet Earth.  Our only home as far as most of us know,…

  • Far Beyond Where We Are. . . . .

    Recently I was lost in thought  and found myself saying out loud that I have to get back to teaching!  I surprised myself but to whom was I speaking and what world but more importantly, at what depth?  I remember a conversation at dinner where there was argument and I exasperatedly said, the wrong people…

  • Not Much Time To Frolic. . . .

      Today I thought that many events in my life were practice literally for what was to be revealed.  I did not know that of course, but I rehearsed for what I thought right and good.  I became involved in being who I thought I could be. There was a phrase when I was growing…

  • The Harvest Moon. . . .

        The night will bring a harvest moon.  I  have seen many and they are special.  Brilliant and lighting the sky with magic, even though it is Friday the 13th.   I hope there will be dancing with moonbeams and children will laugh as they gather them in baskets like rare gems designed only for…