Writings from a member-led group in the Members Circle.
After driving 15 hours, since before the sun rose, we finally arrived at our country home for a one-week holiday this past March.
In this poem I touch on the new possibilities that an external object, such as a lover, friend, teacher, etc. can illuminate in one’s life.
This photography project illustrates what meditation feels like to spread this message that benefits of meditation can help humankind.
My poem conveys that one can be, and is the awareness that is aware, during loss, grief and transformation.
I created this drawing expressing my grief for the loss we are facing.
Today is the first anniversary of Michael’s death. I awakened earlier than I wanted, but I’ve become used to this in the past three years of his dying and death.
Raw. That is the first word that comes to mind when I think of Mirabai Starr’s memoir Caravan of No Despair. The second is brave.
This last year has taught me about individual and collective grief on a scale I had only been able to imagine in books and television.
When I was researching for our Grief, Loss and Transformation theme, I came across the book The Gate of Tears by Jay Michaelson. Jay is a bestselling author working at the intersection of politics and spirituality, and I have known him for a few years to be a man of deep integrity and sensitivity.