Someone suggested that today I post some political outrage, hashtagged to mine the likes like gold, then go back and delete the text, substituting something more suitable. But if the Lonely Place teaches us anything, it’s that you can’t go…

Staring at today as I become a Buddhist while reading Jane Hirshfield: “​Zen pretty much comes down to three things – everything changes; everything is connected; pay attention.”

Talk about a week full of revelations. The action really appears to be heating up here in year two (second fifteen). Never before noticed: the band of black at his left wrist, like a leather strap, between his watch and…

You can’t know what Bogie’s thinking. You can never know what Bogie’s thinking. Thoughts are like passing clouds in the blue sky, and Bogie is the sky. But raised in the church, what if it were the bible’s Song of…

Another 1/24 of a second passes. Can you feel it? Did we take sufficient care? Victor Frankl has this idea of living as if rescuing each moment as best one can and delivering it safely into the past. Here’s what…

As we learn to pay closer attention to the smoke and the shadows, we develop our capacity to pay closer attention to ourselves. The outward faculty also extends inward. Outward and inward are one and the same. I see you.

But being a Hollywood agent brought Riggs no relief. He filled his days with meetings, performing agent-like activities. But life was still elsewhere. He was still elsewhere, like a displaced shadow, like the mini-Riggs within him now released, in death,…

Riggs had thought that in becoming a Hollywood agent he would become himself. Slowly he convinced a few of the desperate actors who hung around the diner to speak to someone else on their behalf. They were only too happy…

And just as her smoke begins to die, his appears in a solid burst, and if I didn’t know how this movie turns out, I would make this another definition of love: exhaling the smoke when the other’s smoke falters,…