Sitting Like A Child

To paraphrase Walt Whitman:  Do I repeat myself?  Very well, I repeat myself.   I am large.  I contain multitudes…or at least second thoughts and elaborations.  We at Parabola are hard at work, pulling together an issue called Alone and Together (formerly Solitude and Community, but we have already done that in our long life). ToContinue reading “Sitting Like A Child”

Playing At Meditation

“Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart. Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens,” wrote Carl Jung. To look into the heart means to remember how we perceived and felt about the world when we were children.  On this first day of spring, it seems especially fitting to rememberContinue reading “Playing At Meditation”


When the first bell sounded, I reached for the mug of Starbucks coffee chilling on the window sill, prepared the night before to fortify me against the cold and darkness of Massachusetts in February, but also the piercing sadness that can come with solitude.   The coffee tasted bitter.  My mind hunted for something important toContinue reading “Remembering”

Being No Thing

“Love says ‘I am everything.’ Wisdom says ‘I am nothing.‘ Between the two, my life flows,” taught Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj.   I am not a thing, and this is good news.  And although I am limited I have a capacity to feel unlimited, to feel  compassionate connection with everything.  This is also good news.  The badContinue reading “Being No Thing”

Retreating and Advancing

Several times a year, I go on silent meditation retreats.   I go to practice solitude in the company of others— withdrawing from the world of striving for a time, mindfully receiving what is given and trusting that more will be given without always leaning forward, grasping for more.  “Sati,” the Pali word for mindfulness meansContinue reading “Retreating and Advancing”