Tag Archive: meditation

You know what I like? I like waking up in the morning and still seeing the white scape of the moon in the morning sky. And it’s imprinted in the blue just like it was the night before when I saw it, driving home from a movie. It’s like a clear white snowy version of...  

Last weekend, I attended my first day-long meditation retreat. We’d done several sits, heard several talks, taken several breaks. But then came the retreat leader’s question, Who would you be if you stopped believing there was something wrong with you? The question smacked me in my head like a wet washcloth of realty. My eyes...  

I feel fairly confident I’m not the first to say that the holidays can be weird. Holidays are joy and goodness and light, but they’re also funny because they bring up so much “stuff” for everyone. There aren’t many other cyclical times in the year that make our emotional wells runneth over or maybe instead,...  

I live on the edge of a college campus, the one that I attended for undergrad and graduate school. I grew up on another edge of that same campus as a kid, so I’m well-acquainted with the space. I walk the campus several times a week, my paths imprinted on its memory and mine. I...  

I don’t know if everybody gets it, but I’m grateful for my divorce. Or, I guess I should say, my separation. My divorce isn’t yet final, but it’s on it’s way. And I’m thankful for that. This is the sort of thing you’re not supposed to say. Maybe it’s right up there with having hidden...  

On these fall mornings, when I am out walking very early, I feel like I’m keeping the morning’s secret. The only sounds are the birds and the acorns falling through the tree leaves and the occasional fuzzy sound of a lonely car in the distance. I feel like I’ve got the upper hand on the...  

I can feel my body wake up from a slumber – One I didn’t know I was in Sleeping secretly When that drum beat breaks, breaking me open, but how I like or maybe putting me back together, depending Or the piano key hits perfectly askew in the way my thought was at that moment...  

I used to get antsy in silence Squirm and think up things I could do instead But now I crave it Now, the days of to-dos and two little voices in my life, and one big voice booming from within I crave it like salt or sweets or a cocktail or sex, Not something more...