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First rule of holes: When you are in one, stop digging. Molly Ivins I’m in a hole. Embarrassing to say for one who loves sharing things related to finding freedom and joy, but here I am, in a hole. And, mostly I’ve been digging. When I finally stop and just sit here,… [Continue Reading]
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It starts where many a movie chase ends: on the rooftop of a tall city building where—in the absence of a cape or spider webbing and having no place left to run—the bad guys and the good guys duke it out. But when I open the door from the stairwell… [Continue Reading]
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Young children naturally take on the beliefs of influential adults around them. In Playing Now a young girl speaks with the mythical Great Mother about the meaning of eternity and forever. Something about the idea of heaven and hell just doesn’t sit well with her, giving her a tight feeling… [Continue Reading]
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When I die, as I die, may I die with eyes wide open. May I not miss a single moment of going, of ending, and if it is to be so, of coming, of beginning. Even as the walls tumble and the floors break apart and the shelves with tome… [Continue Reading]
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“When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has… [Continue Reading]
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I would like to beg you, dear Sir, as well as I can, to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which… [Continue Reading]
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Friday, 2 December 2005Cambridge, MA Frederic Chopin’s Piano Concerto No. 1, Romance/Larghetto The soul sings in this piece in big, wide, sweeping movements, peppered with beautiful, detailed sidebars for the exploring. But even in its beauty and expressive wonder there is an undercurrent of melancholy, and it flows like a… [Continue Reading]