Saturday, December 13, 2025

Decisionmaking

When my oldest started preschool, I started asking her every day at dinner how her day was. At first, she would just say, "Pretty good," and when I would try to elicit more information about what happened during her day, she could never remember anything. After some trial and error, I realized she just needed an entry point to access her own memories. Asking about her whole day was too broad. So I would lead her through visualizing her day. I knew they started with circle time, where they would sit on the floor on their little carpet squares and sing some songs. So I would ask her who she sat by and what songs they sang, then what happened right after circle time. Eventually she understood the level of detail I was looking for, and entered into the habit of narrating her entire day from start to finish. She is now in college and still does this when I ask how her day was. I cherish it. And her little sister was born into this habit and does the same thing.

As they've grown, the problems they encounter in their days have become more complex, and it is such a privilege to enter into the details of my children's lives to help them with making decisions. I have an acute sense of being a guide or a sherpa to them, helping them in a loving and supportive but somewhat hands-off way to think through their choices and to understand their roles to various people in their lives. Doing so helps me to clarify my own beliefs, because I have to explain them simply and clearly. One of my guideposts for them (although I'm also trying to still learn how to practice this fully myself) is that when you make a difficult decision, your heart, your mind, and your gut should all agree. That is simple enough conceptually, but how do you ask your heart, your mind, and your gut what they think? And how do you hear the answer? That is the hard part. 

I think that for most people, the mind speaks the loudest; it is the most concrete of the 3 voices; it speaks in the language of logic. It feels unimpeachable. But its dictates are meaningless if not aligned with the quieter, even wordless languages of the heart and the gut. So how do you learn to listen to them, align them? The answer may be different for everyone, but for me, writing my thoughts out is perhaps the most reliable method. The mind is not absent from this process, and it doesn't need to be; alignment involves all 3 voices and they cannot be separated from each other. But the heart and the gut also step forth in this process and modulate the message in a way I cannot fully articulate. But I know they do. 

Running has also taught me something about asking myself questions and interpreting the answers. Whenever I set a new goal for my running, the goal is a question that I pose to my body. The question is always, "Can you do this?" It is in attempting to accomplish the goal that I pose that question to my body, and its performance is my answer. I adjust accordingly.

I think that asking your heart and your gut what you should do in a certain situation is like that. Sometimes you simply ask them by trying a course of action and seeing how they respond-- then you have your answer. Sometimes you have to live your way into clarity. 

Saturday, December 6, 2025

Due Regard

    Sometime earlier this year, I started practicing loving kindness meditation. It teaches you to observe what love feels like in your body and your spirit when it is authentic, and then to expand it and extend it to people who are not as easy to love. It feels like something actually is happening physically when you do it-- this intense flow of light energy out of your chest. Or maybe it is more accurate to say that it feels like it teaches your body how to recognize and pull the love that is the invisible architecture supporting all living things into your body and direct it toward others. Or something like that.

    I had just finished doing one of those meditations the other night when I remembered a big snow storm was coming, and I needed to move my car into the garage. I had barely stepped out the door when I saw a whole family of deer- 7 or 8 of them, standing behind a row of pine trees. At first I startled them but then I immediately froze and so did they-- we were all arrested mid-stride. The moon was bright. And I suddenly remembered that I could send love to them, that this moment was a gift. I opened my heart to them, and they moved a step or two closer, all at once. So did I. Very slowly. Then we simply regarded one another from a comfortable distance, respectful of our differences, and connected to one another. I felt deeply seen. I hope they did too.



Thursday, December 4, 2025

What If—?

Starlight climbs down the ladder of years
So that we can see it, and we believe that,
Standing in a field at night, looking up,
We are in the moment. But what if
That moment contains every other moment too?

We are also bodies of light, flickering
Through crowds of yesterdays, hastily
Making our way toward oblivion
And calling it living. But what if 
Our light simply climbs down the ladder of years
And looks like magic to someone in some other field?


Wednesday, November 26, 2025

Touching the Sun

Climbing my first mountain at age five,
I thought that I would touch the sun
When I got to the top. But then,
Before we summited, we stopped

To fill our canteens at a natural spring
And there in a calm pool, the sun and I 
Both saw each others' faces staring back.
We both leaned in to see a little clearer

Before I knelt to reach inside that mirror, 
Passing my small hand through the sun's face
To draw a palmful of that clear water
Of which my body mostly is composed.

Meanwhile, over our shoulders,
The clouds poked in their noses,
Resuming their ancient conversation
With the rocks that sometimes hold them
In their palms--

What strange alchemy of grace transforms
The liquid of our sustenance into a sacred meeting
Between the needs of body and of spirit.

Sunday, November 16, 2025

Borrowed Love

Deep in the monotony of driving across the state,
Fall's goodbye kiss of golden light having lost its sway
With me, I looked up to my left and saw--
More felt-- gray winter riding there abreast of me.
Her team of horses rode ahead of her dark plough,
Which raked the earth of color in her wake.

The road turned. She overtook us all,
And as she did, wild rainbows arced
Around the wall between her world and ours,
Shot through with flying diamonds of her glittering hail.

Inside her walls, a thousand shades of gray
Mark her dimensions, the still green grass
Abashed by its sudden magnificence, 
And then the light burst like a bugle cry
Through a hole deep in her side, 
Delivering us back to the land where fall remained.

Should this love inside of me ever nod off to sleep,
I will go riding off again to look for the spot
Where two seasons meet. There may I recall that this love
Was always mine to borrow, and never mine to keep.



Wednesday, November 12, 2025

Fission

Each soul is an echo 
Down the long canyon of history--
An infinite regression.

Sometimes one rich and soulful loneliness 
Meets another, and the nucleus splits--
And it splits, and it splits, and it splits--
An infinite regression
Of hearts saying, "Yes, and--"


Sunday, November 9, 2025

Unutterable

Some losses are unutterable,
Even to yourself.

When was the last time you spent a whole day lost in play,
And did you mark its passage?

What of the thousand compromises
Through which you bartered away
Your birthright of love?

And when did you raise the drawbridge between
The world of dreams and this one?