Transformation

Spiritual “Spring Cleaning” for the Holidays

It was Ash Wednesday and I was working from home all morning.  Procrastinating, I logged on to Facebook and read a spate of status updates from people who were giving up chocolate, caffeine and...

Your Opening: An Easter Poem

The garden is not grateful to the gardener. The bud does not cry, 'Open me!' Darkness untangles threads of light without God's fingers, filaments of pollen spilling from the reckless void. The gardener is grateful to the garden. Only...

A Generous Heart

We will soon arrive at Parashat Vayakhel-Pekudei in the weekly cycle of the public reading of the Torah. In this section of Exodus, Moses instructs the people of Israel with “a generous heart” to...

Zen Moment: Tea House Turnabout

Last week I stopped at a Denver tea house to write.  Expecting to stay a while, I ordered the tea service which, the menu said, included a full pot and a treat.  That turned...

Standing Still

“Retrace your steps.” “Don't think about it and it will come back to you.” I used to follow this advice, when I was in my 30's and suffered a momentary memory lapse.  But things have changed...

“Crucifixion”

"The real meaning of crucifixion is to crucify the false self, that the true self may rise. As long as the false self is not crucified, the true self is not realized." —Hazrat Inayat Khan,...

Classical Literature, the Gods, and Metaphysical Desire

In December I finished teaching a course on classical myth and literature for undergraduates. We read a variety of texts and from a variety of time periods. Among the works we studied were The...

The Alchemy of Loss

Twenty-two years ago, someone I was deeply in love with and was engaged to marry, lay down on his bed, put a shotgun to his mouth, and pulled the trigger. He might as well...

BEAUTIFUL RUINS — beautifully insightful

Sometimes a book comes along that moves me on such a deep level that it is difficult to words to what has occurred in me.  For 2012, that book is BEAUTIFUL RUINS, by Jess...

Letting Love Out

As I held the heart shaped crystal in my hand, all you could see was a tiny sliver. The rest was covered by my fingers. I didn’t think much of it, that’s how I...