tiny silver Buddha, thumbs up

On New Year’s Eve, I received a package from my sister Mary.  It contained a tiny silver Buddha, smiling delightfully, thumbs-up. According to the box, his name is Syd.  The card that came with him said, “Silver opens the mind and lights the way forward. It is reflection, insight and wisdom.”  I held the tiny silver Buddha in my hand and was immediately smitten. These are overwhelming days, loaded with uncertainty, fear and worry. As I’ve articulated in previous posts, our collective psyche has been…

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When Things Get Bleak

Things are rather heavy these days. There's a pall draping our collective psyche. I can see and feel it everywhere: on social media, in the weary faces of both loved ones and strangers, in the low vibration that moans just beneath the surface of everything. We’re despondent still over a looming Trump presidency and all – known and unknown – that it brings. We’re grieving so many things, including the demise of the country we thought we knew. We’re awash in ambiguity and it hurts.…

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To the Jumper

Two weeks ago today, our worlds intersected on the 12th Street Bridge. It was just the two of us. I was on my way home. You were seconds away from ending everything. I was unwitting. You were despondent. You climbed on the railing. I wondered what…but before I could even finish the thought, you jumped. Life had its way with you, dear one, and gravity finished the job. I was the sole witness to your final tortured moments. I was somehow able to call 9-1-1, to…

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