Imagining a Visit from Eros
My dream visitor follows me as I walk up the trail with my dogs. I…
Imbolc: Spring Awakens in the Belly of the Earth
I watch the sun on the western horizon all year. Its setting spot barely moves…
No Cell Phone and a Great Excuse For Being Late
Snow pelted the windows and obscured the black night sky. It was 6 pm and…
Inspiration from Marion Woodman
April 18, 2009 Dearest Elaine, ...Ross (86, Marion's husband) and I (80) laugh many times…
A Cycle of Bountiful Beauty
Seasons in the New York Finger Lakes go from frigid cold in mid winter to…
In the Crypt of St. Francis
Italian sun glowed through stained glass windows in the upper Basilica of St. Francis of…
Finding the Sacred Feminine: Lessons from India
The morning after Sankara’s funeral, we slowly walked the dusty road to the Sankara Mutt…
Grieving for the Guru (Journey to India, Part 6)
Like so much else in India, Sri Sankaracharya's funeral felt dreamlike and foreign, comforting and…
A Sacred Grief Ritual (Journey to India, Part 5)
After a late night drive from the Ramana Ashram to Kanchipuram, Vic and I slept…
The Silent Blessing (Journey to India, Part 4)
Sri Sankaracharya had a fever and wasn’t giving audiences when we arrived in Kanchipuram, India…