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    How Do We Talk About Death? Paid Member

    Writer Karen Speerstra was diagnosed with ovarian cancer in 2003 and entered hospice care in 2013. What follows is a selection from her hospice journal, which appears in her final work, The Divine Art of Dying, out from Divine Arts in September.  Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about caterpillars. And how they become butterflies. I chuckle at the New Yorker cartoon of two caterpillars looking up at an airborne butterfly and one says, “They’ll never get me up in one of those!” There’s a mystery about this fuzzy worm inside a chrysalis that holds the potential of flying. What a paradox! I’ve read that the caterpillar completely disappears, except for a few cells that are called imaginal cells. Imagine! More »
  • In Memory of My Childhood Friend Paid Member

    The wealth of the world is mist on the mountain pass.My closest friends, but guests on market day.Uncertain joys and sorrows are last night’s dream.I think and think; they have no essence. Led by the unknown envoy of Yama [god of death],My friend wanders the long and narrow path to the next life.Sublime refuge, three divine foundations,Please be his compassionate guide. More »
  • Tricycle Talks: Roshi Pat Enkyo O'Hara, Getting Intimate Paid Member

    Tricycle Talks: Now in iTunes More »
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    Idleness Waiting Grace Paid Member

    Mark C. Taylor recounts a poignant lover affair not with a person but with a place that, paradoxically, cannot be easily localized. For many years, Taylor has lived in the Berkshire Mountains, where he writes and creates land art and sculpture. In a world of mobile screens a virtual realities, where speed is the measure of success and place is disappearing, his work slows down thought and brings life back to earth to give readers time to ponder the importance of place before it slips away. Idleness More »
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    Less is More Paid Member

    We spread thoughts of goodwill for all the world, that we don’t wish anyone any harm. We wish that all beings could find happiness. So why are we sitting here with our eyes closed? Why aren’t we going out there, making people happy? More »
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    Bits of Poetry That Stick Like Burrs Paid Member

    There is a man who travels around the world trying to find places where you can stand still and hear no human sound. It is impossible to feel calm in cities, he believes, because we so rarely hear birdsong there. Our ears evolved to be our warning systems. We are on high alert in places where no birds sing. To live in a city is to be forever flinching. The Buddhists say there are 121 states of consciousness. Of these, only three involve misery or suffering. Most of us spend our time moving back and forth between these three. Blue jays spend every Friday with the devil, the old lady at the park told me. More »