• Hope for a better world

    Soul Family

    I had a wonderful epiphany this morning. Correction: I actually had two very important epiphanies! It’s been a banner morning! Recently I’ve been feeling very grateful for my “soul sisters.” These are women with whom I feel a deep connection and with whom I can talk easily and comfortably about anything, but particularly about things of a spiritual nature. I realized that I met most of these women during the last several years as I’ve been traveling around the country and living in several different places. This morning I made a list of them: In northern California I deepened my friendship with one, and I met seven more. In Montana,…

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    The Gift of Listening

    This morning I had a dream. It felt very appropriate for the morning after the Solstice. There was a party going on at the home of a woman named Laura and her family. It was rather noisy, as parties tend to be. I walked into a room and I happened upon Laura, hiding under a chair with a sheet over the chair, looking for a modicum of peace and quiet. I asked her, “Do you ever wish you had a home of your own?” “Oh yes,” she replied. “There may be space for me at the hospice very soon.” I was embarrassed that I’d forgotten she had cancer. She said…

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    The Difference One Person Can Make

    In the process of recently going through some of the journals I had in storage, I was surprised to come upon an incident I’d totally forgotten about. It was 2004 and I was a new grad student in Oakland at the University of Creation Spirituality. We were in a circle introducing ourselves to one another. The next day my new friend Joya said to me, “Last night you said you were going to change the world, and I believe you will.” I corrected her saying, “Help change the world.” Marta, who was nearby, chimed in along with Joya. They both said, “That’s not what you said. You said you were…

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    Celebrating Pockets of Wilderness

    I wonder what our ancestors did with their lawns two hundred years ago. Did they keep them meticulously mowed with the manual rotary kind of mower my widowed grandmother still used when I was a teen? Did they wait until it grew tall and then use a scythe? Apparently the Puritans were fairly meticulous about their homes: cleanliness is next to godliness and all that. But did that same obsessiveness pertain to their lawns? Or maybe they were so busy growing crops and shoeing horses and sewing clothes that they just didn’t have the time to worry about the aesthetics of their lawns. Let me hasten to add that I…