Category: Touchstone

  • A Thud Against Our Heart. . . .

      Yesterday the world united in grief as we watched the fire rage and consume a large part of the Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris.  It was with dismay and heartbreak we saw a symbol of our civilization consumed by a utility given to Mankind to enhance life.  Yet at the same time we saw…

  • Listen World, Listen. . . God In A Rock. . .

    Listen world, Listen.  God In a Rock. . . . (As we head into Earth day, I am approaching my 88th birthday and my world is iffy right now and if I could leave a letter to beloveds I would say this. ) There is a connection to all of our Earth.  From the sky…

  • The World: Atlas Shrugged. . love her enough to shoulder her high. . . .

    Value Systems. . . A value system is what is honed by a lifetime or many lifetimes lived as Beings,  and not necessarily only as the human that we know.  It can reflect lifetimes of worlds not visible to the human system of values or cognizance of them. What the value system will show is…

  • The World I Worked To Build. . .

    The World I Worked To Build. . . Where hearts open to each other, where minds are keen on learning, and where love intends to see its full bloom.  Where beings are intent on growing to their fullness and work becomes a blessing. Do I want much? I want only what I worked and hoped…

  • In Love We Pray. . . amen and amen. . . .

    As dawn breaks, my fingers of both hands curled about each other and I marveled at their slimness, their ability to elicit the feel of themselves, each digit wrapped around the other. And I felt that nothing, no other world would ever make me feel such blessedness in my hands’ ability to do so many…

  • In Memory. . . Once Upon A Time. . . .

    Still with talk across the dinner table I asked this philosopher-legal how my philosophy sounded to his professional ear.  Well, he said, it is not new and I have heard it before,  Plato, for instance.  Uncredentialed and unbelieving, I still gulp.  In memory, this day, of his leaving this Earth, we consider ourselves forever privileged…

  • The Bread of Life. . .

    Books, Learning. . . . Bread of Life. . . . If asked if the journey was worth it, seeing how many dreams found not their time, what would I say?  Looking at these two photos that came within two or so weeks of each other,  I would have to say the legacy is priceless.…

  • In The Mirror Is The Answer. . .

    In The Mirror Is The Answer. . . . THE TEACHER SPEAKS. . . .It is useless to say that we can be non judgmental when we make judgments of necessity all day long.  What we must not judge are the places an Other comes from when we look upon cultural ways.  When we understand…

  • You Were Wondering. . . Mystic in Today’s World?. . .

    I am often asked where ideas come from.  In reviewing my life with journals (why was I so detailed about feelings?) I see where poetry came to life.  I seem to have lived a life in conference, in conversation on a level understood with matched souls. The photo is of our home for 45 years…

  • In Memory of a Good Friend. . .

    It is written that if you can count good friends on one hand, you are rich.  I was right to count myself as a very rich lady.  All have already transited, and another one or two still far younger than I, will follow long after me. I want to write what is a good friend…