Take off Your Red Shoes & Burn

This Sunday didn’t begin with a Dharma Talk. Which was disappointing. I’d gotten up at 05.15 assuming there existed some unspoken agreement based on a pattern I’d noticed. I went back to bed. Maybe that was lesson enough for today. I’m tired. I’m still not convinced that the burden I’ve been carrying the past two…

Between Trust and Distrust

We change. At least that has been my experience of the world. Everything in it changes – even if our conceptions don’t change accordingly. We cling to our understandings. Even when they are destructive. We know it of others, railing at our parents for not seeing who we have become when they see us as…

A Trick of Light

I’ve been in one place for a long time now. In some ways. But the terrain keeps changing. I am continually reassessing, reorienting- Gearing up – or down. I didn’t expect it to feel like this at this point. It’s not that I expected smooth sailing, but at least a clear direction.I figured I would…

Twisted Friday

An evening run. Because the morning slipped between a coffee cup and God-knows-what. And I need to run. I’ve showered now and pulled on a wool bra and cashmere lounge pants. There’s nothing like cashmere lounge pants. I own one pair because I stumbled over them – misplaced in rack in an H&M- marked down…

Guru-Averse

or… Why I am still uncomfortable calling myself a Buddhist. The past two mornings I’ve been hearing a nearby dog whine. Another bark. I haven’t been able to figure out where exactly it’s coming from. I’m wondering if the neighbor got a new dog who’s frightened to be alone during the day. I went outside,…

Let Yourself Go

“speak. stumble. be seen. be known, be known. beloved.” NEIL REID I love it when the written language can give room to the misinterpretations/multiple interpretations that spoken language can offer our imagination. “Be(-)loved”: affirmative imperative verb, adjective, noun. I’ve struggled with what to call myself since I’ve committed myself to a very spiritual practice of…

Considering Three Pounds of Flax

I have an ambivalent relationship to aphorisms. Whether a quote is merely a platitude, or a significant expression of a deeply contemplated experience, all depends on the reader and their current frame of mind. I have noticed that when I’m scrolling through Instagram or Facebook, and register “platitude after platitude” it’s time for me to…

The Front Line

Last year I kept cutting off my co-teacher when he talked about the “Greeks”. I kept qualifying: free, land-owning men in Greece.
I am still learning about the necessary qualifying when it comes to the facts of my own country of origin: “…The Land of the Free, and the Home of the Brave.”
Today I hear this as the truth: The Free and The Brave are and have been two separate populations.
Ah, Democracy.