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• When I think of Peace

  November 19, 2009

  • When I think of Peace, I think of inner harmony. I think of how one effects the many. How thoughts, words, art—are all powerful.I try to imagine a peaceful world. What would it be like to live in peace, without war, without violence, without hate? What would the world look like if conflicts and differences could be sorted out, talked out, rather than escalating to—? I think that in a way we ...
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• Death Visits

  November 18, 2009

  • We are left behind to invent a life no longer with us.            Death sparks our creative resources.            Death teaches us to live.   From Death: An Anthology of Ancient Texts, Songs, Prayers, and Stories edited by David Meltzer   I feel as though my own writing has taken a break. This is my attempt to get past it.  I’ve been very quiet inside, conversing with ...
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• Sunday Book Days

  November 4, 2009

  • Sunday. It was a day of book browsing frenzy and we couldn’t get enough. A friend and I rode out to Berkeley and hit some of our favorite bookshops, but the one we saved for last was Shambhala Booksellers; a very small space that sold books from different wisdom traditions. Approaching the store was always a treat, I would linger outside and look at what was displayed in the window: Different ...
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• A Fall Day

  November 3, 2009

  • Is there anything I want to say this morning, anything I want to talk about, write about?  I feel a little flat; my fingers are cold as they tap away at the black keys, their chunky sound.  I hear the murmur of the refrigerator blended with the peaceful sound of flute and elongated drum pouring out of the stereo speaker; an occasional squawk from the blue jay.  I’m not ready to begin the day ...
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• Reflection ~ Passage

  October 30, 2009

  • It is a simple boat, with a wooden bottom, in the shape of a cradle, surrounded in royal blue trim and a bit of gold glitter. A great Oak grows out of the center, reaching its limbs out to the universe. As the boat floats effortlessly along the ocean, the waters shimmer, like dancing angels. They are singing.  The waves move to their song, pulling the boat along. The light reflects from the ...
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