At last, so many years after the event, I find a coherent shape—a redemptive shape—for this painful memory, and it satisfies me.

Many people recognize we live in times that shake our highest values and deepest sources of meaning to the core.

As a child, Memorial Day brings visits to the cemetery, its grassy green fields blanketed in silence, winding paths, and strange stone markers…

Write? Today? Impossible! I’m stuck. Under water. Inspiration eludes me. Am I to make something out of nothing? While I lament my creative poverty, a wiser voice comes to the rescue.

Catching an archetype as it acts within one’s own consciousness builds more consciousness. The reward is increased choice, greater freedom, and deeper connection to oneself.

A teacher cautions gains in consciousness can be lost. Initially puzzled, my thoughts turn to Alcoholics Anonymous and what its members …