“Have I mentioned I have a special hate relationship with wind?” I asked, hitting the pause button on the remote. My imaginary inner teacher and I sat on the couch watching the weather report on the evening news, my little dog Kayleigh coiled in her bed with her ping-pong ball, snoring away before the gas […]
The egg that cracked
(Here’s another excerpt from my essay collection, Forgiveness Offers Everything I Want. Hope you enjoy!) When my daughter was in kindergarten she won an award in our school district’s “Young Authors” competition for a picture book she wrote and illustrated entitled The Egg That Cracked. The story involved an egg fearful of cracking, of giving […]
Which teacher are you listening to?
I awoke again horrified to find the ego once more center stage in my puny brain. “Hey, sunshine,” it boomed, in an all-too-familiar voice, reminiscent of Bill Murray playing Nick the Lounge Singer in the old Saturday Night Live routine. “How’s it rolling?” What part of vacate the premises did it continue to not understand? […]
A Conversation with Ken Wapnick: be gentle with yourself
(Lots of external seeming disruptions in my imaginary forgiveness classroom this week, so decided to share an interview I did with Ken Wapnick in February 2012—enjoy!) I was fortunate enough to sit down again recently with Ken Wapnick while attending a workshop at the Foundation for A Course in Miracles (FACIM) in Temecula, California. Many of […]
No order of difficulty in miracles
His office door stood ajar; always open, he has told us again and again. And so I didn’t even bother to knock, just barged right in, plopped down in the familiar chair across from where he sat hunched over, grading papers, and placed—OK, possibly slammed–the big, blue book down on his desk. He peered up […]
The way we weren’t
“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.” F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby I had spent the long Fourth of July weekend mostly solo, my husband away attending the wedding of a long-time colleague’s daughter, our daughter, now home working for the remainder of the summer after […]
Just a little willingness
I keep trying to resurrect in an imaginary past or seek in a future that never comes. But love is right here, right now, always has been, always will be, completely unaffected by the constantly morphing conditions of the dream and dream figures I think I need to personally purify and steady to enable peace to arrive.