perfectly imperfect

Two Wednesdays ago, as I was looking for an image of Mu Qi’s “Six Persimmons” to attach to that week’s essay, I began typing “the six per…” into Safari’s search bar. The first suggested connection was “the six perfections.” The universe speaks in many ways. Like an embarrassed woman bumping into someone to whom you ...

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forgiveness or death

Posted by on Nov 12, 2010 in Books | No Comments

I googled forgiveness. I really needed to. Forty and just now arrived at the implosive conclusion that I had to get divorced, I was at an emotional precipice in 2004. With two beloved daughters, only five and not quite eight years old, I could clearly see how far we all could fall if I didn’t ...

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wrong the rights

“Six Persimmons.”  “No, Five.”  “No, SIX.”  “FIVE.”  “The SIX Persimmons.”  “FIVE PERSIMMONS… and no ‘THE’!” I was right. There were six. And, I was wrong. To even bother arguing about it. With a lover who was a gift and a wide-open door in my young life, no less. Oh, but I was the one who had taken the course on Asian ...

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noooo way

The Hindu, the Buddhist, and the Christian were all sitting together. They were taking questions now. There was a big pause. I had not intended to cause discomfort. I had actually hoped for a different answer. The Christian, a Methodist minister with a warm and quiet demeanor, had spoken gently about God as Love and about how we ...

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black magic

Posted by on Oct 22, 2010 in My Journey to Lhasa | No Comments

Mark Rothko made me do it. I will be ever grateful to that plenitude of enigmatic black paint in his chapel for pushing me out the door. Because, at eighteen, I really did not get it. Well, them. Fourteen giant canvases of dark earth to inky night, arranged in an octagonal building on the grounds ...

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a very good thing

Posted by on Oct 14, 2010 in Buddhism | No Comments

“She is very young.  It is a good thing!” I was the very young, at twenty-four. My new lover was forty, and the leader of my trek in Nepal. The declarer of good things was Anil, the lead Sherpa of the trek, and a more intuitive and insightful man I would rarely again meet.  Well, ...

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walls without sides

Posted by on Sep 30, 2010 in Buddhism, Christianity, The Snow Leopard | No Comments

Mani walls are like generous mounds of pause buttons in and along the paths of the Himalaya. So called because each flat stone has been carved with the mantra “Om mani padme hum,” they are meant to be walked around, a momentary 360 degrees, a freely offered chance to take an intentional breath and get ...

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