“Love of Tender Things”

“Love of Tender Things”

“Every day has something in it whose name is forever.”  (Everything That Was Broken, Mary Oliver) Recently that “something in it” was the sight of my granddaughter and two friends plucking wine berries from the bushes by the dirt path and...
“The hardest love we carry”

“The hardest love we carry”

Last month I stood with a circle of sixty people or so on a rocky beach on Long Island Sound and sang up the moon. As the soft full circlet of the moon rose above the water, the coral sun sank in the west. We gazed in awed silence, chanted, recited poetry. The...
Other Possibilities

Other Possibilities

The old willow stump by the creek has sprouted pale green fronds.  The crocuses are pushing up through brown leaves. Water in the creeks gurgles irrepressibly over rocks, bird song wafts delicate music in the trees, and frogs make frothy love in the ponds. Spring has...
Where the World is Breathing

Where the World is Breathing

“Dreaming Awake” collage by Doug Van Houten Something inside of me has reached to the place where the world is breathing. –Kabir Days each week, I go walking in the woods with a story in my pocket.  It’s winter now, and the landscape is a mass of...
Reflection for a Wet Winter Night

Reflection for a Wet Winter Night

The contemplated night gathering in the Meditation Shelter to quietly mark the new year did not happen. Illness in the community, the travel of some to distant family, and the exigencies of settling children for bed after early evening merriment, storytelling, and...