I Meet a Bona Fide Saint in New Jersey Just after I finished writing Bless the Child and sent off my manuscript to the publisher, an acquaintance whom I didn’t know well, told me a world famous Jain Monk, revered by millions as a Saint, was coming to an Ashram in New Jersey. She said [ Read More ]
Chief Arvol Looking Horse, Lakota Sioux Visionary and Prophecy Keeper of the White Buffalo Pipe, has a powerful message for all of us, one that leaves no doubt about the role assigned to us in these chaotic and dangerous times. The simple dynamic beauty of his words really touched me so I’d like to pass [ Read More ]
I’ve been having an imaginary conversation with my heart lately. Not the physical heart exactly, although I admire its pluck and constancy enormously. But the metaphoric heart of me that loves, not necessarily wisely, but pretty well, and that has taken a lot of hits over the years. It occurred to me one day, while [ Read More ]
The recent avalanche of faux Religiosity (as opposed to true Spirituality), as well as the endless God-and-Bible-Speak of the recent Presidential “debates” has really set my teeth on edge. The idea of religion being used to serve a political agenda was never a good one – as the Founding Fathers made perfectly clear in their [ Read More ]
A friend chided me gently at lunch the other day for being naïve at my advanced age, and tending to believe the best of people. At first, I was hurt, then I tried to decide if she might be trying in her kindly way, to help me. A friend’s eye is a good mirror, they [ Read More ]
“Show me your friends, and I’ll tell you who you are.” Russian Proverb “Laugh and the world laughs with you. Cry and you cry with your girlfriends.” —Laurie Kuslansky Thick, thin, life, death, moments, decades, loves, losses. Hearts blood or chicken soup, it’s the women friends who’ve been there. Advice or a boot in the [ Read More ]
I had a conversation with my dear 93 year old Aunt Helen shortly before she died, about how good the old days really were. Memories of my grandmother’s home-baked bread, of family gatherings, home and hearth and love and laughter, cuddling us both in remembered grace, were like a feather comforter for the spirit. “Life [ Read More ]