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a child lost
There’s a beautiful cemetery near my office, about a kilometer away, with a botanical garden and beautiful Interfaith chapel. Strange as it may seem I love taking my friends there for a picnic, which...
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a family found
After a year or two of caring for Susan Anna’s grave, I became curious about her origins. I did what any 21st century researcher devoted to truth would do. I went to the Oracle of All Things Known...
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the binding cord
It is a commonplace of life that the greatest pleasure issues ultimately in the greatest grief. Yet why – why is it that this child of mine, who has not tasted half the pleasures that the world has to...
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sati means remember
Rick Mercer, probably most famous for his “talks with Americans,” puts out some scathing rants on life, love and politicians. I caught this one on Tuesday night and thought it was a good way to...
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digging out dukkha
It’s been a rough few days. My heart goes out to the families in Newtown CT and globally in places we never hear about who are going through what, to me, is unimaginable loss. I have no wise words, no...
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as she lay dying – meditation on my mother’s body
My mother is dying. After 94 years of standing up to a world that was at times brutal and at times incomprehensible to her, she lies here in her hospital bed between starched, warmed sheets, dying. Her...
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breaking bread
There’s a new energy in the house. Not just the wild exuberance of the pups who have so far managed to survive my every threat of sending them to the Great Beyond. Not just the brighter light of...
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turning into the new year
Already. Another year. And we continue with the Great Matter. I’ve been reading of the passing beyond of teachers dear to dearest friends of mine. Maia Duerr reported on the passing of Bhante Suhita...
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mother-daughter: mastering the art of losing each other
“Operator? Operator. Please put me through to my daughter.” Her voice is pleading to my voicemail message, her words say, “Time is collapsing into itself and I am lost and alone.” “Operator, can you...
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