As I type these words, the world beyond my window is blanketed by snow. There is silence in the house,…
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On walking the labyrinth, 2014
You take a step forward, and another, still not sure you’re on the right road. And yet, there is something…
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This is 55
I’ve been fifty-five for a little over a week now. Rounding this corner, finding myself squarely in the long-shadowed afternoon…
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Working toward compassion
I try, pretty much every morning, to be present for the dawn, even if it’s only to stand outdoors shivering…
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free empathy
Perhaps it was his eyes: the kindness there, the depth of his gaze. Or maybe it was the quality of…
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Light, Dark
Light. Last Sunday afternoon. The brief, brilliant sun bedazzling through the high window in the town hall auditorium. The audience…
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