Nature’s Mysterious Paradox

“The God Pan is doing his work, creating mayhem and forcing us into contact with a wildness we won’t forget….Pan who brings unbridled change without discernible order or structure. Pandemic, Panic, Pandemonium. This virus.” ~ Elaine Mansfield My friend Elaine Mansfield is an author and blogger. Her latest post, “The Greek God Pan, Pandemic, & […]

Healing America's Political Divide

“There’ll just be four of us for Thanksgiving dinner this year. We’re a politically divided family.” ~Overheard at Whole Foods Market the week before Thanksgiving.

The Art of Tending the Fire

Ultimately, the symbols and motifs of every work of art are manifestations of the artist’s compulsion to understand and express him/herself, evolve into greater consciousness, and share what s/he has learned with others. Some artists know this; others don’t have a clue. Yet every artist grapples with these themes in one way or another simply because they are the core concerns of every soul.

Living From the Heart

Last week my husband and I took our son Matt and his wife Robyn with us to a Kris Kristofferson concert. The venue, an old movie theater-turned-concert hall, was so intimate that as we were leaving Robyn said, “I feel like I’ve just been hanging out with him in the living room.”

Kris Kristofferson: Midlife Mentor

At the age of 35 I had a wonderful family, good health, a comfortable lifestyle, and a master’s degree: everything a woman could want. Right? You’d think so. But I felt painfully unfulfilled. What was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I just be happy? I felt like an ungrateful wretch.

The King is Dead! Long Live the King!

The death goddesses and their myths are, in part, metaphors for loss: the loss of youth and innocence, of important roles and relationships, of personal power, of fertility. In dreams as in life, death symbols point to the outworn attitudes and assumptions we need to slough off, like a snake shedding a tight-fitting skin so it can keep growing.

The “Naked” Dream

Beginning with “Gated Religions” I’ve been far more outspoken about social issues than is normal for me. One night three weeks into the series of posts about injustice I had two dreams depicting my feelings about the new direction my blog is taking. I’d like to share the first one here, partly because it contains one of the commonest dream themes of all — being naked in public — and partly because it helps me illustrate the point I made in “Under the Big Top” about what it’s like for me to try to stay conscious.