If I think my problem is the other person, I am crazy. (Byron Katie)
It has been a really, really long time since I have
gotten angry, very angry. I can’t even remember when the last time was. Well, the
other morning it happened. Continue reading
Magic is now, in this moment,
the moment when the cloud bank that has hung over Salies all grey day long
suddenly can no longer hide the sun that bursts through in the most
gloriously golden Rembrandt-hour I recall. Continue reading
A friend calls, not a close friend. The first French friend I made in Salies. A woman a bit older than I. She says she is bored. She is bored with her life; she has nothing she wants to
do. Continue reading
Ordinary people hate solitude.
But the Master makes use of it,
embracing his aloneness, realizing
he is one with the whole universe.
(Tao Te Ching, 42)
I know I have always been alone. There is no other way. Before, when I had a husband and two children at home, and living parents I lived alone and it hurt because deep inside of me there was the belief that I shouldn’t feel alone. Continue reading
There are four photographs in my general collection that I treasure above all others: they are of the four generations of women in my family starting from when my mother was two years old. Continue reading
There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle. Albert Einstein
There are two things of which I am sure: there are no mistakes and there are no coincidences. That means that everything is just as it should be and everything is a miracle. Nary a doubt. Continue reading
This is what it looks like when writer’s block sets in. In the morning a thought appears: I should write a piece for the blog. And then reality takes over and before I know it, I’ve tried everything to avoid doing it: writing. This has happened every day since I’ve been back and until this moment it had succeeded in making me more barren than sand dunes in the Sahara. Continue reading
I turned on the news this morning for the first time in years because a friend has a sister New Zealand. I got to see many things waiting for the update: the massacre in Libya, the faces of the mercenaries who –I was informed- are shooting people right and left for 2000 Euros a day, pictures of the landslide in Christchurch under which there is no hope of finding anyone alive, and a report on the continuing slaughter of seals in Canada with graphic pictures of their attempts to escape the bludgeoning. Continue reading
For Conchita
During a workshop some years ago a woman in her mid forties seemed distracted until I said, in answer to a question posed by another participant, that today we are faced with the belief that we ‘cause’ all our illnesses, that dis-ease is something we ‘do’ to ourselves. Continue reading
Who would you be if you could not think the thought “I am unhappy” ever again? How would you live your life if you could no longer believe that lie? What would your life be like if you knew you could never be unhappy ever again? (Mark Andrew Frey, Facebook)
There are mornings when it is good to remember that without a thought there is no such thing as “unhappiness”. Continue reading
Writing a life 