the smaller parts of me

the plantain treeonly bears fruit once,however,the marvelous tree of bodhicittawill bear its fruit and grow unceasingly.* bodhicitta is the mind stateof a bodhisattva,a person who vowsto save all beings. I used to think all beings meant every being, but now (at least to me)it meansno being is too smallto exclude. like the smallerparts of me,and how my bodyfeelswith each actionI take. iContinue reading “the smaller parts of me”

My Husband

My husband does karateand plays the guitar. He sits on his chair,a broken recliner,reading his bookon Saturdays,only leavingto read it in the bathor make dinner. He gives big tipsat restaurantsand saves money so he can retire early. He plays the twelve-bar blueswith our kids,calling out the chords,in front of the fire. My husband sets downContinue reading “My Husband”

Shantideva’s Dream

Twelve hundred years agoon the night before he was to become kingShantidevawas visited by Manjushri,the bodhisattva of wisdom,in a dream. Manjushri told him to renounce worldly life and seek ultimate truth. So he left his homein Saurashtra, Gujarata peninsula in the Arabian seaand became a wandering beggardedicating his lifeto simplespiritual practice I wonder if he foundNalanda University350 hoursContinue reading “Shantideva’s Dream”

Dr. Miguel A. Cardona, Nominee for U.S. Secretary of Education

Dr. Miguel A. Cardonais a stocky, 45-year-old manwith short, dark haira white goateeand horn-rimmed,half-framed glasses.He wears a wedding ringa gold watchwith a brown leather bandand a pin-striped suit. Dr. Cardona grew upin a housing projectand on his first dayof Kindergarten,at John Barry School,when he knew no English.he ended up cryingin the nurse’s officeand leaving schoolContinue reading “Dr. Miguel A. Cardona, Nominee for U.S. Secretary of Education”

Inauguration Week 2021

I want to rememberthis week forever.How I held my breath,until it releasedlike an ocean waveto the sound of the National Anthemsung by Lady Gagain a red skirt that reached Atlantaand a gold broochof a dove. Descending peace,maybe not,to a divided countrybut to the little boymy dear co-workerwill, finally, be able to adopt from Somalia,to theContinue reading “Inauguration Week 2021”

First Grade 2020

I went in the classroomto get my student,but they were sharing riddlesthat they had writtenin their paper, word-study booklets.So I stood next to her deskand waited. Eleven desks were evenly spacedthroughout the room.Kids, whose feet could not yetreach the floor, sat in chairs wearing soft, bright masks. The teacher’s examplelit up the Smart board,What hasContinue reading “First Grade 2020”

To Love Myself

Brené Brown says,We cultivate love, when we allow our most vulnerable and powerful selves to be deeply seenand known, and when we honorthe spiritual connectionthat growsfrom that offering with trust, respect, kindness and affection.   She says,We can only love others as much as we love ourselves.  So, I’m going to try to love all of me,to love the lines on my faceand, also, to love my dreamsContinue reading “To Love Myself”

A Poem for Someone Who Never Broke My Heart

A poem for someone who never broke my heart. Whose quiet presence is always there, like my skin. Someone who takes care, but not of everything, leaving socks on the floor, pouring me a glass of wine. Someone, Who stares at his iPad when I want to talk. Who gets cold eyes when I becomeContinue reading “A Poem for Someone Who Never Broke My Heart”