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.
