Hello friends, I hope the new year brings new perspective to you about the tasks ahead. The beginning of each year is a point in life that you begin to measure what you want to do against what you can do given physical limitations and the inevitable…
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Hello friends, A quote from Buddhist monk Thich Nhat Hanh reminds me that everything coexists. At this time of year -- a period of contemplation for many, and many looking forward with hope to a new year -- it's not only monks and poets…
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The solstice idea makes me think of inward, quiet happenings that slowly unfold. The way of nature, growing gradually during hidden, silent times, coming from darkness to light.
Much of organized religion falls into an outward movement (groove:…
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A Heretic’s Christmas
“For unto us a child is born…and his nameshall be called the Mighty God, the everlasting Father.” (Handel’s “Messiah”)
I respect the Christmas traditionsof song, music and mythic stories,but the early…
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Hello friends. This holiday season, more than most, is a time of gratitude. The photo highlights my mom, Katie, who loved me all the way, myself, and my younger brother George. Who could have realized the fine people, animals and other creatures…
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A new year perspective
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