To Dad
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
Pocket Poem #6
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 …
Taking Refuge in My Saddle
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 …
Pocket Poem #5
From the Book of Time (excerpt) ~Mary Oliver VI.Count the roses, red and fluttering.Count the roses, wrinkled and salt.Each with its yellow lint at the center.Each with its honey pooled and ready.Do you have a question that can’t be answered?Do the stars frighten you by their heaviness and their endless number?Does it bother you, that …
Pocket Poem #4
How would you live then? by Mary Oliver What if a hundred rose-breasted grosbeaksflew in circles around your head? What ifthe mockingbird came into the house with you andbecame your advisor? What ifthe bees filled your walls with honey and allyou needed to do was ask them and they would fillthe bowl? What if the …