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    A Satisfying Morning

    More wonder in this wonder-filled world: the book beneath The Gift in my second-cup-of-coffee stack* turned out to be Soul Food: Nourishing Poems for Starved Minds, edited by Neil Astley and Pamela Robertson-Pearce, and the next poem presented for my…

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    The Gift of Art

    My morning included a small scale existential crisis. Robert Bly’s Looking for Dragon Smoke, a book of essays on poetry, was at the top of today’s reading stack, and by the time I finished section three of the first essay,…

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    Love Now

    “I’ll love you when you learn to obey me.”“I’ll love you when I have time for you.”“I’ll love you when you lose weight.”“I’ll love you when you think like I do.”“I’ll love you when you quit smoking.”“I’ll love you when…

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    Do You Know Who You Are?

    Throughout these past three years of emotional healing, I have been surprised, over and over, by how often I need to revisit things I had thought were settled and finally put to rest. Interestingly, the process has not involved reading…

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    Fear Drives Out Love

    Today, I was not surprised to learn that “the exact meaning of the term” religion “is subject to debate among some scholars.” Of course it is. After all, if you control the language, you control minds and hearts, and once…

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    Speaking of Psyops

    I wanted to cross-post at Substack (where freedom of expression is supposedly oh-so-important) this post from Second Smartest Guy in the World, but it was simply not possible to do so. I find that interesting. So, in case that link doesn’t work.…

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    What Kind of Work Do You Do?

    Analysis and explanation have their place, but they should never be substituted for singing the songs, dancing to the music, writing the poems, reading the stories, and celebrating the Divine. In other words, don’t mistake mind work for soul work.

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    What’s In Your Head?

    I am here in Maine, where I spent the first eighteen years of my life. This second stint has already lasted 19 years, and I still don’t have a place on the water. How many times did I ask my…