Category: 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…

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…

Walkabout

“Alone as you feel, you are with all the world”

A Better World: Poetry in Song

Let’s consider changing the ways in which we have chosen to live…

Contemplating Cultural Appropriation

Many of us, as much as we hate to admit it, are not exactly sure what cultural appropriation means.  Had it come up in a conversation, we might have made a mental note to “google it” later.  Its most basic definition?  The unacknowledged and/or…

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. …

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…

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….

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…

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