Home from India: Poetry

Days cool like a bath you’ve fallen asleep in. This is a line from a poem I wrote many years ago, but it keeps coming to mind this week as the weather shifts towards fall. Other poems are surfacing also, like the poetry I wrote last October as I traveled through Bhutan and India. This… read more…

I am not the moon

There’s a saying I love: A finger pointing at the moon is not the moon. I would add, if you meet a finger who thinks she’s the moon, walk the other way. And don’t expect from the finger what you imagine about the moon. The finger spent a long time searching before she looked up…. read more…

My inner nun

There’s a part of me that longs for monastic life. Michael Stone called this my “inner nun”. He said that we all have an inner nun or an inner monk, quietly longing for stillness. As my meditation practice deepens, I find myself more in touch with my inner nun, looking for ways to bring her… read more…