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Be a Lighthouse

“Lighthouses don’t go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining.” Anne Lamott I knew there wouldn’t be many people at our sangha last Sunday. I heard from at least seven of our regular company that they wouldn’t be there. As for the rest, there was the cold,…

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Being Still

The good news is my voice is back. The bad news is my voice is back. As I reported last week, I have been without a voice of late, just whisper, sometimes soft, sometimes rasping. I had my hair cut last week and the din of the hair dryers and music and conversation was too…

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A Net That Catches Us

On Sunday, I showed up to teach mindfulness meditation with no voice, or almost no voice. When I opened my mouth to speak a rasping, breathy whisper came out and sometimes (when I really felt moved and enthusiastic) there was a layer of squeaking and gasping. In the acoustics of my own head, I sounded…

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Solstice Meditation

Last Sunday in our circle, we spoke more about the power of stillness. Solstice is approaching, the longest and darkest day of the year in this hemisphere, a natural time for stillness and reflection. Yet this is such a busy, anxious time for most of us. Even when we do manage to peel ourselves away…

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What Can Happen When We’re Still

The Freedom Tower was the last place I wanted to go.  For me, years of words and posturing and war had stolen over the place. As my young friend and I walked towards it, I secretly feared that we would get caught in a negative force field that would keep us from anything real. And…

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Advent 2014

Sunday was the first day of Advent.  It is a dark time, but also charged with the sense that something new is coming, something that is outside the archives of memories contained by the brain’s default network.  Ordinarily, we live in a daze of projection, a haze of memory–new events trigger old emotions.  Christmas lights…