Tag Archives: Rumi

The Masked Angel of No (a Work in Progress)

The other day I was at the grocery store getting a few groceries after teaching a flamenco class. I hadn’t eaten much earlier in the day and consequently I was quite hungry. I’d also received a bit of disappointing news … Continue reading

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Some Notes on Effacement

The glory of an impeccable moment alone is sacrificed here for the sake of beauty shared. This photograph represents a moment when the course of my life on this day brought me to a silence that was not the silence … Continue reading

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No Thoughts on Work and Soul Food

The Great Work is not social work. It is not artistic creation, much to the chagrin of my artistic self. It is not what I once thought it was. In fact it’s not anything I can think. Anything I can … Continue reading

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Sick of Scripture

When I tell people details of my memory recovery, there tends to be mouth opening, aghast, or a glaze over that stops further communication. I have received confirmation that has been helpful, because otherwise it could be crazy making. At … Continue reading

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The Vital Dance

I was once advised to have the fluid ability to hitch a ride on a freight train and arrive at a city where a taxi takes me to an awaiting Lear jet that brings me to a place where I … Continue reading

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Petals Unraveling to Emptiness

I unravel toward emptiness, then it is filled again. I used to have the intention not to leave the light of darkness revealed there in the emptiness. No more of that, I don’t know better. A fresh mystery will unfold … Continue reading

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Reflections, Pointing to the Sun, Hospitality

An orchid in its second bloom opening out in the humility of the kitchen window, alone, yet not, in the dark before dawn. The way the light struck it, I had to take a closer look. It was then I … Continue reading

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