The Horse of Ten Toes
My boots are crunching on cold dry snow. I’m walking the frozen river, delighted with every curve and bend, starting from a meandering slough where overflow threatens to soak my […]
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My boots are crunching on cold dry snow. I’m walking the frozen river, delighted with every curve and bend, starting from a meandering slough where overflow threatens to soak my […]
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Remember that you are human How could I forget? you ask Very easily, especially if you have money, or you are powerful or so successful that you push every thought
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As we move into the Day of Love, I’d like to share Sharon Salzberg‘s teachings on loving-kindness meditation, or “metta”, meaning boundless friendship toward oneself and others. Lovingkindness meditation
Have Chai Tea with your Tai Chi Read More »
Source When you own your breath, nobody can steal your peace. ~Author Unknown Try this. Click here to view DO AS ONE. Select your colors, your intention, a mandala,
Breathe Like a Baby, Bend in the Wind Read More »
Music has always been instrumental (pun) in my life, as it has for all my siblings. One brother plays guitar and follows jazz (a few years ago, we saw Alexander
Who Needs the Sun? Read More »
If prayer would do it, I’d pray. If reading esteemed thinkers would do it I’d be halfway through the Patriarchs. If discourse would do it I’d be sitting with
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(Nuns, Forence, Italy) Looking back on my first year of blogging, I am infused with gratitude for all the comments you have shared in response to my feeble attempts to
See You On the Road Ahead Read More »
You step in the stream, but the water has moved on. I thought of this while lying on the floor with my 29 year old son, looking at the stars
You Step in the Stream Read More »
3 yrs. old We walked heads down into the icy wind, my brothers and I, across a mile of a barren wheat field under a lead gray sky. The expanse
We are Winter People and Today is a Snow Day Read More »
Stepping out and walking up the hill over ice-crusted snow and through the blessed darkness, Colored tree lights shine and blur the edges of
Stepping Out and Dr. Zhivago Read More »
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