self reflection

Circle of fruits and other sacred natural objects

Unpacking My White Privilege. . .

Over the last several weeks, I’ve been engaged in an online course of sorts about the nature of White privilege. It is called a White Affinity Circle and it is a “virtual circle” conversation among a group (I think there’s about 8 of us) White women with a professor leading the discussion.

Narrow canyon and its curves

Navigating the Narrow Place

Recently, I had a rich conversation with a friend and colleague in which we discussed the structure of the religious calendar – in particular, the Jewish year. Rosh Hashanah the holiday that proclaims the new year, which ran from sundown on September 25th through nightfall September 27this an extremely important holiday for Jewish people, a time to both reflect and rejoice.

An orange alarm block held up against a blue background

Where does the time go?

It’s Labor Day weekend which reminds me that we’ve reached the end of meteorological summer. And, of course, I ask myself, “Where did the summer go?” That’s because I can’t remember what I did with the time, how I used it, squandered it, enjoyed it, wasted it or invested it – it just vanished.

ying yang symbol of white and gold

Boiling Down the Tao

Over the last several weeks (5 to be exact) I’ve had a chance to take a course on the Tao Te Ching, a classic Chinese spiritual text authored some 2400 years ago, traditionally credited to the sage Lao-tzu (the founder of Taoism) who may have been a cluster of authors, not necessarily a single person.

Black car stuck in brown, wet mud

Intention, Awareness, Insight and Courage. . .

I’ve been reading a lot lately on the construct of the samskara – the word samskara comes from the Sanskrit sam (complete or joined together) and kara (action, cause, or doing). In a simple word, this term neatly explains why we get stuck in a rut, paralyzed by our old patterns, and feel unable to move forward, despite our best intentions.

A funeral flower arrangement with white roses and greenery

Grasping Grief. . .

I’m very late to the party here – at understanding grief in all its many outfits. It comes masquerading as a dozen different characters and fooling me into thinking that it has come to play or taunt me.