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Having recently celebrated my 75th birthday, my granddaughter Ashly suggested I share some of what I have learned in three quarters of a century. It has proved a more challenging process than I first thought.   I could  write about the events and experiences that have shaped me.  Strangely that is a different exercise that sharing […]

It’s done. The results are in. Some of us are elated; some of us are devastated. This is what is now. What strikes me as I reflect on the U.S. election and the aftermath of analysis, reactions, and opinions flooding my inbox, is that, for every one of us on a spiritual path, our practice

Have you ever had a long day, gratefully crawled into bed for a good night’s sleep, only to encounter a mosquito buzzing your ears?  And it seemed to be a mosquito that evaded all attempts at annihilation?  I have.  And in my experience, a perfectly wonderful night’s sleep was anything but wonderful.   How does one

A granddaughter recently shared with me the story of spilled coffee.  It went something like this:  You are holding a cup of coffee in your hand.  Someone bumps into you, and the coffee spills.  Did the coffee spill, or did the contents of the cup spill?  That is the deeper question of this story. In

It is easy to feel anxiety and uncertainty in a world that seems unstable; with these feelings come a sense of helplessness and lack of direction.  What are we to do?  What can we do? I am reminded of a statement by Thomas Edward Lawrence in which he asserts: “All [humans] dream, but not equally. 

I recently received an email from a self-proclaimed “fan” of my two books.  She told me she loved the yamas and niyamas and was enjoying the kleshas, that is until I mentioned Ruth Bader Ginsberg.  She was not a fan and was not appreciative that I had brought Ruth into my writing.  What is it

I’ve been paying extra attention to my thoughts lately.  Sure enough, the “January 1st syndrome” is back for another year.  This syndrome comprises all the future promises I am making to myself, which are really excuses for not paying attention to my life this month.  These thoughts go something like: “On January 1stthings are going to be different, so

I remember a particular walk with my mother.  In the middle of what I thought was a rather pleasant conversation, she abruptly stopped, looked at me and said, “You know, the problem with you is that you think everything can be solved by love.”   I was in my 20’s then, young and arrogant by my older