The End of Childhood
by Rebecca Weiker At my high school graduation in 1983, I read a poem I had written, an ode to Joyce’s Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. I don’t remember all the verses, but know the poem ended with these words: Away Away …
by Rebecca Weiker At my high school graduation in 1983, I read a poem I had written, an ode to Joyce’s Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. I don’t remember all the verses, but know the poem ended with these words: Away Away …
by Leslie Davis My teen son is bored. Very bored. We arrived yesterday at Deer Park Monastery for a week-long family mindfulness retreat and he’s bored and complaining a lot. He keeps asking, “Why are we here?” I answer literally because he’s asking it literally—he’s …
by Leslie Davis As a new mom I was deeply moved by the act of nursing my baby boy and the close bond we developed through breastfeeding. But nursing my first child also brought up so many strong emotions as I grappled with the frustration …
In November 2014 a group of mamas gathered for a women’s mindfulness retreat to strengthen our practice: to meditate, to share together, to nourish our bodies and spirits with silent meals, to stretch and move and hike, to make art, to be in nature, to …