View from the Bridge

View from the Bridge

Yesterday afternoon, I was out for a walk along the shore of a lake near my house. The trail was muddy but reasonably dry, and folks were out walking their dogs, jogging, strolling along in small, chattering groups, pushing babies in strollers. In this holiday week...

Call your stories home…

It’s the beginning of November, and the maple trees outside my window are stripping for winter in a shimmer of autumn gold. Nature tells the season’s story, and foreshadows the stories of the seasons to come. What stories have you been telling yourself...

World-making

From the oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico to global warming, from the fires of war to the daily grind of work that withers your heart, our world is erupting with crises right now. And crises, times of great upheavals, offer opportunities for growth and transformation....
Tsunamis In the House of Wholeness

Tsunamis In the House of Wholeness

For much of my life, I’ve been in a profoundly playful, intimate, sometimes exasperating, richly rewarding relationship with writing. I love words, I love the immersive alchemy of writing, and I seek to bring to life stories that liberate rather than congeal....

The With-ness of We

This is a confession. And an exploration. It’s been a long while since I wrote a blog post. First, it was my birthday, and then I went away on retreat, and somehow, I found my feet on a winding path in a parallel life in which there was a blessed absence of...
Refugees: Remembering 9/11

Refugees: Remembering 9/11

I woke up that September morning with a stiff neck and a sore right hip from sleeping on the couch in my cousin Dinaz’s living room. My fifty-two-year-old body, unaccustomed to narrow, hard mattresses and the slope of couch cushions, ached. Dinaz’s...