Maybe we need different places for different phases of our lives. Maybe cherished places remain alive inside us even if we have to move on—our attachment to the earth not thinned, but widened.
~Deborah Tall , “From Where We Stand: Recovering a Sense of Place” ~
The Congressional Gold Medal award is being presented to His Holiness the Dalai Lama “ …in recognition of his enduring and outstanding contribution to peace, non-violence, human rights, and religious understanding.” Congress has passed a resolution permitting the International Campaign for Tibet to sponsor a public event on the Capitol grounds in connection with the…
Philip and Carol Zaleski have done a marvelous thing in Prayer: A History…they have brought prayer to our doorstep and into our bedroom, back to the kneeling rug of childhood. From the book jacket: “This landmark book presents prayer in all its richness and variety throughout history, across traditions, and around the globe. Focusing on…
The introduction to the interview reads, rather engagingly: If you were the reincarnation of a Tibetan warrior king, what would your life look like? Would you live alone, contemplating existence in a hidden monastery high on a mountain top? Would you be a figure like the Dalai Lama, with no family but for the millions…
And, what a homecoming it is…with the athletic olympics ending and the political olympics getting more heightened with the conventions in full gear. On this day in 1963, 200,000 people participated in a peaceful civil rights rally in Washington, D.C., where Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. delivered his “I Have a Dream” speech in front…
I REMEMBER The Woman Remembers I remember, as a child, longing for summer and sunshine during the coldest months of the year. I sometimes doubted that winter would ever end. I remember the heat of the sun. My skin blistered. I remember kissing Don in the back seat, and our guilty touches. I remember the…
Mother shooed us into the cellar. I turned my pockets inside out and showed her my discoveries. While we waited for the storm to pass, my mother told us stories: saints’ bones preserved in crypts of faraway cathedrals; healers who told the future by throwing bones as if they were dice; and air-raid cellars in…