As our nation debates the topic of immigration (who’s in, who’s out) … as our president tells people to go back where they came from, the last thing we need to do is to paint one another with broad brushstrokes. Each person carries a story, and when we take the time to listen to them and open our hearts to each other’s dreams and needs, a whole world of possibilities unfolds. Continue reading Strangers, revisited
Memorial Day causes me to reflect on the stories I heard about WWII while living in Japan. Continue reading Memorial Day
Somedays I wonder why I didn’t take up a reasonable instrument, a compact instrument. And then I remember the wonders of the koto. Continue reading The koto question
I spent the weekend on a silent retreat — exiled, I called it. Continue reading Silent retreat
“I don’t care about the Grammys or nothing like that, just that the people know who I am.” That’s what 72-year-old Arthur Dubois said when asked about his hopes for his music. Continue reading To know and be known
A couple of years ago, my son and I started a craft project. When we picked it up a few weeks ago, it caused me to think about how we welcome what life brings our way and how we let it go … leading to this meditation that I shared with my Holy Yoga class on Valentine’s Day. Continue reading Meditation: Shrug it off
This brief essay about my father-in-law, who passed Jan. 4, provided the foundation of a Holy Yoga class I taught last week. Continue reading Finding a soft heart
The meditations shared in this category undergird the Holy Yoga classes I facilitate. Welcome! Continue reading Holy Yoga meditations
Do you ever feel like you’ve missed your calling? Maybe it won’t look exactly as you imagined, but I’m coming to believe it’s never too late to do what you love. Continue reading From the annals of “It’s never too late …”
(… and check out a recipe for Norwegian apple pie!) We had old friends over for supper last night. Much had changed since we had last hosted them — children had grown tall, adult hair had grayed (and fallen out), households had moved, jobs had evolved. All the usual stuff. Then there were the eating habits. Over the past three years, my family’s diet … Continue reading Please ask your guests this question …
