Musings

In last week’s blog, we read that the poet, Kabir, found god in a ceramic vase. In this week’s newspapers, we read that Paris Hilton has found god in jail. The “bearded one” certainly abides in mysterious places.
What about a lump of wood?  Why not? To say that someone is “as thick as two planks [...]

My little red wheelbarrow. Over the past several years I have used it to haul many things. Needless to say, it has lightened my load considerably.

On Monday, however, as I was cleaning the ashes out of the pit containing the Peace Fire, an ember fell next to the wheelbarrow’s tire and “pshsssss” the tire [...]

It never ceases to amaze me when I think about rainbows. They’ll only ever happen when there is both sun and rain. Such a great analogy for understanding how one’s life is most magical only when it has both sunny days and stormy days.
People who prefer to have the nightly weather forecast read “Fine and [...]

Parts of a Rilke poem, translated by Coleman Barks, read:
“…whoever you are: some evening take a step out of your house which you know so well…..
… with your eyes slowly, slowly, lift one black tree up, so it stands against the sky: slender, alone…
…tenderly your eyes let it go…”

What Rilke is asking is for [...]