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Broken Whole

It is Yom Kippur — the holiest day of the Jewish years.  I’m in my backyard. In a tent.  Fasting.  Contemplating. It’s my practice.   The dogs tell me and repeat: “Clear and present danger at the front door. Clear and present danger at the front door.”    I unzip, go through the house, and

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Learning Kindess

Learning to learn and learning to learn about love “Fist, Thumb, Fingers, Pinky.” “Fist, Thumb, Fingers, Pinky.” “Fist, Thumb, Fingers, Pinky.” “Fist, Thumb, Fingers, Pinky.” I say each word—Fist, Thumb, Fingers, Pinky—as I put that part of my right hand at the edge of the table. Students start doing it along with me. I continue,

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Seeing God

Seeing God — American Airline flight 1849 from CLT to PDX. There’s a man sitting in the seat across the aisle from me. He is wearing athletic shorts, a short sleeve t-shirt, and Giorgio Armani Collection glasses with matte nickel frames. He just keeps talking and talking to the woman in the seat on the

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Open Window

Son, When I asked you to “close all the windows” after using my office computer, I was not referring to the glass and wood, three-paned window situated above the large Acer 45” monitor. No, I was talking about the full-page, Google chrome windows you opened on the large display and were using to watch Breaking

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My friend

My friend.   I often refer to the person or people with whom I’m talking as *my friend* or “my friends.”   I like that it proposes the relationship I desire to have.   I see truth in the saccharine phrase attributed to both poets Guest and Yeats, “There are no strangers here. Only friends

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