My Response to this magical image: Oh, yes. A poem is A thing that wants to be caught, but only by someone who can and who wants it for exactly what it is. You and I are poems.
On the third night of a weekend retreat on Buddhist grounds, somewhere in the state of New York, I asked a question of my teachers: what is the antidote for guilt in Buddhism? A soft-spoken nun named Chen-Ma laughed a bit and spoke into her mike after a measured pause: "In Buddhism, we consider guilt … Continue reading On the “Useless” Emotion of Guilt
I kneeled to the glory of mushrooms growing up from cracks in the pavement. How tough must they be to choose this place to live. I looked deep into layers of rough, rain-stained bark, wondering at the strength of this skin. I climbed a tree! It was soaked and full of baby bugs. I recognized the hunger after … Continue reading Climbing Trees, Smelling Flowers: A Rainy Nature Walk
This afternoon I filled my travel mug with coffee, laced up my snow boots and walked around Boerum Hill and Cobble Hill in Brooklyn. This is what I saw: The buildings are old and lovable with their many shades of weathered red brick, fortressed in by high, steep, often crumbling front steps and scraggly branched … Continue reading Snow Day in Brooklyn!
Yesterday the city of New York was wrapped up in a blanket of giddy cheer because almost every municipal worker, chain shop keeper, and commuter knew they were going to be home, in snow-globe like surroundings until Wednesday. Mayor De Blasio granted the first snow day of the year and since the announcement came at … Continue reading Walking Through Blizzard Juno in Central Park