Category: Hungry Ghosts
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Sitting With Suffering
At sunrise, the sun illumines the brilliant red leaves of our maples. It is a cooler day of sun and cloud, the breeze producing brief showers of leaves from the trees. We’ve moved the overwintering plants into the house and this morning I wander room to room with a watering can. I’m reading through Natalie…
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With Friends At No Kings
This morning dawned with what Jennie aptly named “a winter sunrise”, the sky purple and pink along the horizon. Then came the wind, literally howling as it whipped and battered the trees. Then a period of calm, followed by showers, some of which were torrential, driven by the return of the fierce wind. Now the…
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Imagining Rosh Hashanah
“Do not be daunted by the enormity of the world’s grief. Do justly, now. Love mercy, now. Walk humbly, now. You are not obligated to complete the work, but neither are you free to abandon it.” -widely attributed to Rabbi Tarfon who lived in the generation following the destruction of the second temple. I am…
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Use Your Words
A fine early September day. We had a goodly dew overnight so the grass is wet, green, and lush. Jennie says that this morning’s dawn chorus was rowdy; without my hearing aids I could not hear it, but I am glad the birds were up and singing. The days are cool and sunny, the nights…
