haiku stones

Haiku – A Practice in Noticing

Last year around this time, I was at the On Being Gathering. I was spiritually diving with a group of strangers. I was deeply moved. I looked through my journal from that time and found haikus. John Paul Lederach said from the stage that he has a practice of writing haikus. He counts the syllables on his fingers while he goes from place to place. Occasionally he writes them down. He shared a few of his, and encouraged us to write our own. I wrote them. I’m kind of delighted by them. Writing a haiku feels like skipping stones on…

IT WORKED. Why Am I So Shocked?

I said in my last post that when something bad happens in the news, something that’s far away, a great place to start is to reach out to people you think might be affect by that news and tell them that you love them, without condition, without doubt. Tell them you love them. That alone is way more powerful than most people think. And then, of course, I should have known this would happen… People told me they love me.

The On Being Gathering

On the way to the On Being Gathering, I saw a small line of people standing on the sidewalk in the sun outside the San Jose Airport. No one knew each other. Some leaned on the flimsy, extended arms of their rolling suitcases. A couple of people sat on the cement, backs against the wall. Most were on their phones. Most were looking down. This was the last time I would see people looking down at their feet and their phones for the next four days.The On Being Gathering was a benevolent free-for-all, a spiritual smorgasbord. People couldn’t help but…

thank you; your gift is a rabbit-eared family

I woke up in a panic this morning. Five days left before I leave Stepanavan. Two of those days will be spent doing a camp in a village near here, so in truth, we’re talking three short days here before I cram everything I own, and something things Peace Corps owns, into a taxi and ride to the capital. Good news, I did not stay sick, and Easter-In-June was a wild success. Bad news, I don’t have time for a good post. I have pictures to get printed, camp materials to gather, unseen waterfalls to find, and flesh and blood…

dissolve, burst, rush

Do you know that feeling you get when your whole life seems to pump through your body all at once?  That overwhelming feeling of being right here but also everywhere else, and all those people, old friends, grandparents, that aunt that makes your favorite snack, your best high school friends, your mentors and soul-wrenching past loves, the regulars from the restaurant that always smiled and made the same jokes, every person who’s ever made you hold your breath, made you see God in cells, every bit of love that’s ever come from anyone.  All of it rushes at you and…