We must protect our capacity to see one another among the many.

The other day in a gas station, I experienced an uncomfortably familiar deflation of hope and happiness upon reading the array of headlines at the newspaper stand.  As is often the current events case, the distressing sense of the surreal was second only to the distressing sense that this is all starting to meet expectations,…

Opening a window upon the world can be a literal means of renewal.

I frequently find myself abashed by the comparative privilege of my life, as the flowers bloom for an array of meticulous insects, and our children delight in the knowledge and tastes of garden food.  The glorious clouds sear with their beauty, as my human heart strives to truly see and appreciate the vast gift of…

The more we lock away, the greater the cost our humanity pays.

  New music can satisfy even those among us who harbor suspicions about the power of consumerism to sully mass-market artistic creations.  I’m specifically thinking of “This is America” by Childish Gambino/Donald Glover, the video for which exemplifies the intensity of living with eyes so open to self and world that those observing cannot resist being…

Even when unintended, our ability to love may be influential.

Are we ever able to count upon anything as a common shared experience among all humans?  Though the effort to do so  may be born of good intentions and a desire to empathize, the attempt also seems inevitably doomed to dismissal via rigid relativism, and/or mockery via nihilism (that most undemanding and uncreative of the…

Our instructions for Democracy strive to link justice with mercy.

The Declaration of Independence is a pro-immigrant document.  Among the complaints against the royal monarchy: “He has endeavoured to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migrations hither, and raising the conditions of new Appropriations of Lands.” As we…

Every individual action marks the culmination of choices made by the masses.

Each time I throw something in the garbage, particularly plastic wrappings, my heart sinks with dismay and guilt.  So I wrote poem about it:   aching reproach of silenced heart as hands release another piece of refuse newly named into eternity contained by plastic bags cinched so nothing disintegrates to grow the weighted piles with…

If it is fearful to be missing, does that mean safety can be found?

Though I have neglected many things internet, I have sown a quantity of seeds, used my leisure for reading paper texts, and graduated from dingy plastic baggies to vintage apothecary bottles for my cooking spices. And while all this does mean a slight sense of feeling overwhelmed and behind upon checking my email or WordPress…