I am so in love with the world. If I die tomorrow, somebody please tell whoever is in charge that those should be the words on my gravestone, please. Even though I don’t want a gravestone, I want whatever is the most environmentally advanced idea for how to move on
I begin to understand that every single moment, every day, every experience is moving us closer to the core. To the core of self, universe, everything. The paradox is that the universe is expanding as we speak, and yet as it expands it is moving us closer in.
I remember one evening some years ago when I was at the dinner table with a group of academic friends, and each were talking, bantering, about their interests, in this case the patterns of thought through the ages of philosophers and poets – the breakthroughs, the times when everything changed,
I practice private rituals regularly to make prayers, set intentions, offer thanks or call in helps. The inspiration to do them usually comes spontaneously, and their design is simple and straightforward. Occasionally, and usually when I feel a very deep or urgent need, I plan ahead for a ritual that
I keep noticing that edge between taking personal responsibility for the things that aren’t going well in my life, and the need to not take myself so personally. I got that wording from James Hillman. I either heard or read him giving the advice that we must never to take
My little dog Coco can often be found just standing and staring at a wall or into a corner now that he is deaf and blind, presumably because he doesn’t know where he is so he just stands and looks at the wall. It’s so sweet and sometimes I just
Another antidote for bouts with hellish states of mind – The Daily Show with Jon Stewart. I DVR it and watch the next day over lunch or while cooking dinner. I just literally choked on lunch and belly laughed all the way through his coverage of Chelsea Clinton’s wedding, interviews
After dropping into a Dante-ian hell (I do know that isn’t a real word) for the last few days the cure seems to be a sensation of gratitude. It started as I worked with a worry about whether all of my blog posts, which are only recorded in the strange and
Warning, this dream is not for the faint-hearted. Don’t read this if gory images upset you. It offers insight, I believe, into the paralyzing sadness I have been experiencing the last couple of days and wrote about last night, and seems to suggest it is part of a collective as well
Sometimes I think that we work hard as a species consistently to stay just outside of the range of an existential sadness that dogs us. The mind, the heart, the body are adept at methods to keep us just a few steps away from its looming jaws. I lost concentration