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Endurance
I feel trapped in a small, dark place of limited movement and choice. I think of the caterpillar inside and imagine its cry…
Consciousness is like sobriety
A teacher cautions gains in consciousness can be lost. Initially puzzled, my thoughts turn to Alcoholics Anonymous and what its members …
Dappled day
The work day requires me to sit–immobile as rock. My fingers do the walking, tapping their way across the computer keyboard, recording colorless data…
Inner work for turbulent times
Many people recognize we live in times that shake our highest values and deepest sources of meaning to the core.
To have and to hold my serious side
As a child, Memorial Day brings visits to the cemetery, its grassy green fields blanketed in silence, winding paths, and strange stone markers…
The practice of practice
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.