For my love. We thought the earthremembered us, shetook us back so tenderly, arrangingher dark skirts, her pocketsfull of lichens and seeds. We sleptas never before, stoneson the riverbed, nothingbetween us and the white fire of the starsbut our thoughts, and they floatedlight as moths among the branchesof the perfect trees. All nightWe heard the …
The cessation of suffering comes from letting go, but first you have to get a grip. ~ Thanissaro Bhikkhu On a sunny, warm Thursday afternoon, while pedaling through a neighborhood just outside of town, I experienced the “not-so-much.” They were driving a large red Suburban, two kids sitting in the backseat, and a yellow lab sticking its …
Dear Dad, thank you for teaching me how to ride a bicycle, opening the road for my journey, and pointing me in the direction of true liberation. –Love, Julie, ’22
After posting “Taking Refuge in My Saddle” yesterday, I realized that the day, June 1, also signified the start of PRIDE month. As I reflected on “pride + pedaling,” especially against the backdrop of all that has taken place in just the last 24 hours—a shooting in Tulsa, Queen Elizabeth II’s Platinum Jubilee, and the publishing …
I take refuge in the Buddha.I take refuge in the Dharma.I take refuge in the Sangha. I recently moved to Southwestern Pennsylvania to be closer to family, and to take care of my childhood home. It was a move made with compassion, out of a sense of kinship, and perhaps sprinkled with a bit of familial …