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Adventure to Anarctica this Spring

You're invited to my friend Robert Greeson's exhibit of images from Antartica. Enjoy the other-wordly beauty and wonder of this part of the globe in perfect, central-air comfort. I bet they will even have refreshments on opening night. Don't miss it!

Saturday, March 27
7 to 10 p.m.
Kettle Art Gallery
2714 Elm Street
Dallas, Texas 75226

Children welcome!

Cuaresma y el tiempo prestado

You can call it Lent. And the sound of the word can remind you that all of us live on time that is lent to us. We are never owners of that time, only stewards. You can call it Cuaresma, a reminder that this is a period of 40 days we can use wisely by devoting some time to think about our life, our path, our soul. There is a Lenten hymn that I like very much, and whatever your faith, I think it is meaningful. Here are two verses from

Come and Find the Quiet Center

Come and find the quiet center in the crowded life we lead,
find the room for hope to enter, find the frame where we are freed.
Clear the chaos and the clutter, clear our eyes that we can see
all the things that really matter, be at peace and simply be.

Silence is a friend who claims us, cools the heat
and slows the pace.
God it is who speaks and names us, knows our being, touches base,
making space within our thinking, lifting shades to show the sun,
raising courage where we're shrinking,
finding scope for faith begun.

Lyrics by Sh…

Valiant Time

The words, Valiant Time, are close to Valentine, and though not a synonym for the saint, make a good synonym for a day that celebrates the heart--that physical force and rhythm, that emotional and spiritual center, whose fuel is best explained by words not from English. It is no accident that courage and coeur share roots, as do corazón and coraje. It takes courage to have heart. It takes courage to love--to find it, express it, lose it, and rediscover it.

In honor of valiant hearts everywhere, here are some Haiku to celebrate Valentine's Day, eldía del amor y de la amistad. The first two poems are mine. The last (one of the finest Haiku I have ever read!) is by Evans Lansing Smith, editor of the journal New Myth and author of Sacred Mysteries: Myths about Couples in Quest.


Time has not yet taught
me how to leave off missing
you, gone now so long

To begin is swift.
To end brings slow uneven
pain. Dull, sharp ache--mine


You said you still love
me, and hearing, my heart grew,

Ignorant of Mind

Detail of a "Demon Queller" by Kuniyoshi, at Prints of Japan.

Contrast in the news: a report on NPR about sports psychologists and their crucial role in helping Olympic athletes prepare for competition. The conclusion of those quoted in the report was that sports psychology is essential to athletic performance, that the mind must also be trained.

How is it then that we remain ignorant of mind in other areas until, once again, tragedy makes a train wreck of people's lives? Just hours before the Winter Olympics opening ceremony, University of Alabama at Huntsville Professor Amy Bishop killed three of her colleagues and wounded three others. The "reason" appears to be her anger at not being granted tenure.

According to press reports, numerous students had issued complaints about her since she joined the faculty in 2003. Many people also, however, called the Harvard graduate, "brilliant" and one of the university's "best researchers." This bri…

Light on my path

Today was a dull and dreary winter day. I stopped at the cafe at my neighborhood health food store for lunch. When I go there, I feel like I'm at Cheers--everyone knows my name. We talk: weather, politics, current events far and wide, and of course, about food and what's good for us. I like everyone who works there. But there is one person there who is especially special, and I always feel that something is missing on the days I go to the "Sunshine" store and she's not there.

I surveyed the store when I walked in: took in the familiar white shelves, beautiful geological display of mineral-art rocks, the bright yellow and white tiles, the blackboard whose ornamental chalk letters told me what healthy dishes were being served today. Everyone was there--except Miss L. My heart sank a little. I was having a bad day, both stressful and distressful. Somehow I knew the day would feel better if I could just have one of my special conversations with Miss L.

A few minu…