There’s a conversation so many of us find ourselves having these days. Sometimes it’s with a friend over coffee. Sometimes it’s at three in the morning with ourselves. How do we navigate a world changing this quickly? How do we “be with” the pain erupting in unfathomable ways, in our country and around the globe, without being consumed by it? How do we honor the deep sense of loss and disorientation as cultural norms dissolve beneath our feet, while feeding a genuine hope for a new world that is unfolding?
Lucid Moments: The Practice IS the Crossing
There’s a conversation so many of us find ourselves having these days. Sometimes it’s with a friend over coffee. Sometimes it’s at three in the morning with ourselves. How do we navigate a world changing this quickly? How do we “be with” the pain erupting in unfathomable ways, in our country and around the globe, without being consumed by it? How do we honor the deep sense of loss and disorientation as cultural norms dissolve beneath our feet, while feeding a genuine hope for a new world that is unfolding?
The Mystery and Magic of Celebration
In one of my indelible early memories, I’m coming down the stairs on the morning of my 6th birthday. As the dining room comes into view, I see a sparkling table with fresh cut roses and peonies from my mother’s garden, brightly wrapped packages on the sideboard table, and streams of summer light bathing the scene in a warm glow.
Christmas Eve
It’s Christmas Eve, and I’m standing in the living room looking at the tree. I’m wearing my new red velvet dress with the lace collar. I love to squint my eyes and make the colored lights get blurry. You can’t see any of the wires anyway, because mom says we have to be meticulous when we put the lights on. I think that means perfect.
Earth Day 2020
It’s Earth Day, and I am newly touched today by the endless generosity of this magnificent planet. Even as she works to metabolize the increasing toxicity of human impact, she offers life and beauty to us every day.
A Reunion To Remember
Jeanine and I were in New York for a week in late May of 2012, enjoying Broadway theatre and seeing friends. Princeton Reunions were happening that weekend, and I wanted to share the experience with her.
Joy While Sheltering
The context is the experience of “sheltering in place” as a response to the Coronavirus. I’m fully participating in this ritual out of the desire to stay safe, and to flatten the curve of its spread.
Slowing to the Soul’s Pace
Last night, I finally saw A Beautiful Day in The Neighborhood, a film based on a true story, about a cynical and emotionally wounded journalist who was changed by an assignment to write a piece for Esquire about Mister Rogers.
I hadn’t rushed to see it in the theaters, even though I am a huge fan of Fred Rogers’ humanitarian work.
