Captured by the Mother Archetype
Anthony Damiani soon realized that the students who had gathered around him to learn meditation and philosophy needed…
Wild Nights: A New Year’s Gift
A New Year's gift of night skies and poems of joy and hope. Photos labeled "at…
Unintended Consequences, Unexpected Gifts
First the old car had to be replaced, the one Vic and I bought before he…
Winter Solstice: In the Midst of Darkness, There is Light
Lighting one candle from another - Winter night. ~Yosa Buson When I was a kid,…
Ask the Heart What It Wants
“Vic was a skilled and entertaining teacher,” I say to my dream therapist after watching…
“I Am Because You Are”: Community and Compassion
“I watched Vic talking on YouTube earlier today,” Deborah Gregory, poet and Jungian writer at…
Goodbye to the Generous Garden
Every fall, I decide it's silly to grow vegetables. It takes too much time. It isn't…
We Are Not Alone: A Community Ritual of Remembrance
I arrive at the Unitarian Fellowship in Big Flats, NY a little early on Sunday…
Disbelief
"Embrace your grief. For there, your soul will grow." Carl Jung Yesterday my husband's mom looked…
The Woman Wants Red
I drove blindfolded or without headlights at night. I lost my way without a map…