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Category Archives: Spirituality
Metaphor of the Trees
I was thinking this weekend of the metaphor of the trees: those that cover the lower peaks of the White Mountains, their roots knitted together like fingers knotted in prayer
Thich Nhat Hahn and the Energy of Anger
In 1995, one of America’s respected spiritual leaders, Ram Dass, interviewed Buddhist master Thich Nhat Hanh about anger, about violence, and about the simple ways (not easy, but simple) in which each of us may live better, supporting a peaceful home, peaceful neighborhood, and peaceful nation. While it lasts, the interview from YouTube is linked below. …
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Arriving at the far end of the day the passengers who had not stepped from the train composed their books and closed their eyes and sighed: we have arrived. as quickly as our sight is shuttered the blank horizon of the mind is lit as though a sky inside, through sudden sunset brightens with those …
Inuksuit
The inuksuit born of the weight in our hands as stone after stone they choose to stand their lives take form in the foundry of the heart they rise and arise on the bank of the fjord to wait in the wind for the one who returns they speak without speaking but when? but when? lighthouse …
Candi Prambanan
If there is a lesson in travel — and I make the gentle distinction here between Travel, where you open yourself to change, and Tourism, where the scenes and faces pass in front of you in cinematic splendor — if there is a lesson in travel, it is that time is much longer than your …
Jazz
Recently someone asked me about the form of dance I practice — the form I aspire to, really; and like all good forms it is small enough for me to wrap my arms around, large enough to contain my curiosity, lean enough that an evening costs a few dollars and yields a fortune, full enough …
Chai
We ate little at Ramana Maharshi’s ashram: certainly little compared to the standard American Diet. Steamed, fermented rice cake (which I grew to adore and now make at home); a splash of some pulse – a lentil or a dal; a dusting of some spice, poured over a plate of sewn leaves. That was breakfast, …
Our Daily Dance: An Intention
I returned late last night from the annual Dance New England summer camp near Lake Ossipee in New Hampshire, and woke this morning with dancing tape still on a couple of toes, the echo of taut and trained muscle still in the sinews, and the ache of separation from that vibrant and affectionate community of dancers already wringing out …
Soliloquoys
I. Our Daily Dance The waning moon has this hour turned above the crowns of trees, and spilled its liquid light into the yard. So this evening is accompanied by a shadow of sun's heat. The same moon that years and years ago was torn from earth's belly, born from her and borne away …
The Lovers (Notes on a Zen Tarot)
As metaphor (if you will) in the ancient system of Indian chakras, we humans wander through our days – some due east or due west, others in a sinuous trail to all the compass points – with a multiplicity of selves, meeting each event with मूलाधार survival instinct, स्वाधिष्ठान creative drive, मणिपूर reaching willpower, अनाहत passion and love, विशुद्ध communication …