September 15, 2024
I hope one day you know what it is to dance with abandon, to have a friend who you can laugh with, to pray, to have heartache. I hope...
August 6, 2024
People keep wanting me to manifest a baby.
Like I can just dream it into being.
Just like I can stop the rain from falling from the sky.
No wait.
I can’t stop the rain from falling from the sky.
And...
July 30, 2024
Let go of the ways you thought lifewould unfold; the holding of plansor dreams or expectations – Let itall go. Save your strength to swimwith the tide.
The choice to fight what is here beforeyou now...
July 30, 2024
I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the riversflow in the right direction, will the earth turnas it was taught, and if not how shallI correct it?Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,can...
July 16, 2024
Buddhism is the path of the middle way. The Buddha walked away from a life of material luxury to find the answer to the question of human suffering. He then took part in strict austerities. But it was...
January 14, 2024
by Thich Nhat Hanh
Don’t say that I will depart tomorrow —even today I am still arriving.
Look deeply: every second I am arrivingto be a bud on a Spring branch,to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile...
December 17, 2023
This poem, Invictus by William Henley, reminds me of a story I once heard Sohrab Ahmari tell about Father Maximillian Kolbe, a Catholic priest who was imprisoned in Auschwitz. A prisoner had escaped from...
November 24, 2023
Before the pandemic, like most people, I used to go into work every day. Before the advent of smart phones, commuting meant reading a free newspaper, or a book, on the rare occasion I remembered it. Now,...
October 14, 2023
An old friend got in touch to say she’d be passing through London with her family and would love to catch up. My reply was that I’d love to see her. Of course I would. But there’s also a sadness there....
October 14, 2023
Loneliness feels like my life doesn’t matter to anyone. As if it wouldn’t really matter if I didn’t wake up tomorrow. Yes, a few people would miss me. They’d remember me occasionally and think it was a...
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