This morning I sat down at the table with my 22-year old self. She drank ginger peach black tea with cream and sugar. I drank darjeeling, black. We met in a cafe, the kind with classical music and the pleasant hum of conversation in the background. The people sitting next to us wondered if we…
Tag: being present
Living Conversation
I love words. They are not perfect, because they aren’t really the things themselves: the word “chicken” is not a chicken, it is just some scribbled lines on paper. The word “angry” is not an emotion, it is just a symbol for the feeling. The word “fragrant” is not the actual smell of gardenias, it…
Waking up to the Miracle
I had an amazing experience this week. It is hard for me to tell about it, because I had to look into the face of suffering to see it. But I want to tell it. I have to tell it. I am bursting to tell it. On Monday, I went to visit my niece, Marti…