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Winter Mystery

It is impossible to understand mystery and I am baffled by even the smallest things. Like the perfect arrangement of petals that will come from inside the yellow tree peony that sleeps under the snow in our yard right now; or how the Monarch Butterfly that migrates from Canada in the Fall is not the same one that arrives in...

From Frost

I wanted to decipher messages left early this morning by the frost, so we set out as the sun was just coming up and in no hurry to dispel the layer of white fog we walked into. At the dog park Gracie wasn’t the least bit interested in what I was. She sniffed everything ahead of us and beside us,...

For the Seeker

This is what it means to be a part of the unfolding of the universe this morning: Seek what is good and what brings life for everything human and non-human. Do what you can with what you have in this moment to say with your life we are one and equally deserving of love. Intention is the one thing within...

Dreams in Their Eyes

I first saw them playing soccer with a ball made from plastic bags bunched together with elastic bands. They were on the slopes of Mount Kilimanjaro on a Sunday afternoon while the adults shared stories of their week as they sat on makeshift chairs outside their houses and sipped on freshly brewed banana beer. Then, one evening, I saw others...

Longido Brilliance

Your many-faceted brilliance is about you being not about their seeing. I know how, at precisely the same time each morning at around 7:40 a.m., the rising sun finds that sliver of an opening in the roof where the iron sheets do not quite meet, then the almost transparent dangling crystal hanging from the crossbeam awakens. For a few brief...

This Matters

This morning I heard the Buddha say, Cultivating good thoughts matters. Performing good actions matters. Everyday. This practice can change the world. I knew then I needed to let go of the waiting and hoping for a revolution that would overthrow the dark peddlers of destruction with their semi-automatic rifles and their hatred; the ones who were stealthily patrolling neighborhood...

Continuing to Love Life

If the universe has a heart, it must be breaking as it looks at life on earth in July 2016. That is, the life on earth that humans are responsible for; the one that feels like it’s dangerously close to unraveling. All the more reason why we must continue to love life in all of its ordinary moments especially when...

These Blessings

On this July Sunday when the sun is shining and the air is clear, you will have to forgive us for being immersed in this half-puréed delicious cool colourful Canadian gazpacho we have created, as though we have no cares in the world and this is all that matters. I know that you might not be experiencing the same lightness...

Places That Remember Us

Some places we have known continue to recognize us over a lifetime. You know this because when you return they speak your name and then you recognize yourself, again. That person you had forgotten about or thought you had left behind when you travelled so far away and so long ago. When Point Pelee National Park met me again she...

Arusha, Near the Clock Tower

This morning I awakened in Arusha, Tanzania. Though I was thousands of miles and an ocean away I experienced everything it had taken me years to know in a single moment, just as the sun was rising. Kosiano, Robert, Jackson, Priscilla, Solomon and Mama Blue Fish. All of us together at the Bamboo Cafe on Boma Road smiling, happy, talking...