On Aging
Today I saw my face for the reality it was. Creased, and lined, and peeling around the edges like a Victorian lady whose paint had faded long ago. What had I become? Not a shadow, not an echo but a… Continue Reading
Today I saw my face for the reality it was. Creased, and lined, and peeling around the edges like a Victorian lady whose paint had faded long ago. What had I become? Not a shadow, not an echo but a… Continue Reading
This January, I enrolled in a year-long course focusing on the five precepts of Buddhism at my local Zen Center. In a nutshell, the precepts are, non-harming, right speech, not stealing, abstaining from sexual misconduct and intoxicants. Last week we spent… Continue Reading