The essence of time is found spontaneously in moments, not measured in minutes. Minutes are fleeting, moments are precious. Minutes are disposable, moments are priceless. In man’s strange invention of measured time, minutes tick tick tick away, evaporating, yet somehow stacking up to become the years of our life, a row of slender volumes heldContinue reading “Medicine in the Moment”
Category Archives: Contemplative Essays
Tommy Orange’s Powwow: Stage or Symbol?
If you were writing a novel and you had something you really needed to say, from deep down in the marrow of your bones, wouldn’t you love to turn the setting for your story’s climactic moments into a perfect stage upon which your characters could play out their final scenes, while at the same timeContinue reading “Tommy Orange’s Powwow: Stage or Symbol?”
Circles
If I didn’t have to go to work today, I’d write a clever turn-of-phrase or a cryptic suggestion only you would understand the meaning of. I’d spend my time among the dead, paying my respects with a few well-put-together lines destined to become a classic. I’d write a poem for you because you’ve been onContinue reading “Circles”
Walkabout
“Alone as you feel, you are with all the world”
Connecting Poetry With Song
Two powerful songs that resonate just as much now as they did decades ago
Discovering The Healing Power Of Yoga
Here’s a link to my recent article on Sivana East, for anyone interested: How yoga helped a chef heal his body and change his mind
Changing Stones to Feathers
Sometimes it’s easy to forget that before you can get down to the nitty-gritty business of saving the world, you must tackle yourself, tend to yourself, save yourself, overcome yourself – so you can get out of your own way and just be yourself. Not the you anyone else wants or needs you to be. Continue reading “Changing Stones to Feathers”
No Small Wonder
It’s those unexpected details in life that can astonish you sometimes, like little thieves waiting for an unwary tourist around a corner. Ants coming out two days before it rains. Burro dung holding up adobe walls for two hundred years. A hummingbird’s heart beating over a thousand beats per minute. A blue whale’s tongue weighingContinue reading “No Small Wonder”
Dharma Wonderland
Kennedy, King and Lennon. Public squalor, private wealth. What is this strange country, the United States of America? It is the dog that – when left unattended – discovers everything on the table is within reach, the pleasure and the poison, and devours both. There are times I feel socially homeless among some of myContinue reading “Dharma Wonderland”
Dragon Gates
While drinking cold tea from a glass jar and dividing your thoughts between Ernest Hemingway and Pablo Neruda, you cut a kiwi in half the long way and consider the oval ring of black seeds at its heart. You always see Our Lady Of Guadalupe there, proving that eating a piece of fruit can beContinue reading “Dragon Gates”
C.M. Rivers 