Today is Winter Solstice. As I write this, I’m having morning coffee, watching the sky change from dark to slate to a more luminous blue, glad as I am every year that the sun seems to be returning. Modern educated woman that I am, there is something in my Nordic genes that makes me aContinue reading “Winter Solstice 2011”
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A Life With Heart
What does it mean to live fully? To live a life with heart? The lesson from the power outage is still with me. Even as I go about living my ordinary, electrically illuminated, computer active life, I find myself remembering there can be a deeper quality to life. In the darkness and stillness, my sleepContinue reading “A Life With Heart”
Stories As Reminders
“If you want your children to be intelligent, read them fairy tales,” Albert Einstein is credited with saying. “If you want them to be more intelligent, read them more fairy tales.” How can reading fairy tales make us more intelligent? Fairy tales have ancient roots–Rumpelstilskin, for example, is said to be 4,000 years old. YetContinue reading “Stories As Reminders”
Jane Eyre Sutta #2
What does it take to fully awaken, to open up and receive life– to really see and hear and life beyond the usual limitations imposed by our fearful little “I”? What if all we want is to be able to concentrate a bit better on the task in front of us, to be able toContinue reading “Jane Eyre Sutta #2”
A New Old Flame
I’ve heard Buddhist teachers explain rebirth by asking them to picture a candle being lit from a dying flame. Something carries on, but what? It isn’t one small flame hopping from one wick to the next. Trungpa told people it was their neurosis, their unwholesome tendencies that carried on. Doesn’t that send a shiver? Continue reading “A New Old Flame”
Harry and Jane
Jane Eyre, like Harry Potter, is viciously bullied by a fat spoiled cousin, and she is also wretchedly excluded from the warmth of family—she listens to Christmas parties while shut up in a little cupboard with only a doll to love. By her own admission (told many years past childhood), Jane isn’t a sweet child.Continue reading “Harry and Jane”
Tracy Cochran 