SOMEONE WHO LOVES ME SENT me this poem. I offer it to you in the same spirit. This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes As…
Tag: There’s a God in My Soup
Religious experience, or at least the experience of religion.
Why Eclectic Spirituality Will Not Endure Half So Long As Traditional Religion
NO HOLIDAYS.
Hasidic Zen Riddle
Q: WHAT’S BEYOND GOD? A: More God.
Your Orders
RESIST ENTROPY.
Three Word Comfort
“WE’LL GET THERE.”
Aside
WANTED TO BE THE FIRST to claim “thinkon” as “a discrete unit of thought,” and so I have. Pbbbt.
Knubel Borscht: Adapting Memory
TUCKED INTO MY GREAT-GRANDFATHER’S BIBLE is a yellowed sheet of paper containing the flavor of living tradition. In short, it’s my mom’s recipe for knubel borscht (pronounced “k’nubble”): beef simmered in beet soup and garlic. That’s it: three ingredients, plus…
Automatic Enlightenment
SET YOUR THOUGHT ON THIS: “I am not this thought.” Full disclosure: I awoke from a thundering dream last night which seemed to involve everyone I ever met and everywhere I’ve ever been, but set mostly between the Renaissance Pleasure…
Mission
THE WORLD IS FULL OF angry people. Today’s task: Do not become one of them. (And yes, it’s easier said than done. So?)
Nathanson Creek Haiku
Raining, raining hard. Watchful figures on the bridge note the rising creek.
Unplug: Can You Do It?
LAST NIGHT I DREAMED I was drunk, belligerent and enjoying myself — not a good combination, nor one which I experience (or wish to experience) in real life. The subject of my tirade seems to have been the apologetic and…
Culinary Basic
REMEMBER: FRUIT JUICE IS SIMPLY filtered water. (I like mine run through a tangerine tree, or pear, or cherry.)