O Holy Night, What Stars Give Birth To
“Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright.” The single-most, salient symbol of Christmas, for me, is a …
Author Archives: Deborah J. Brasket
Yosemite, A Temple in the Wild
“There is a love of wild nature in everybody, an ancient mother-love showing itself whether recognized or no, and however …
Bold Strokes, Luscious Light, & the Mind of Zen: Art of the Masters on Display
Three of my favorite artists are currently featured at museums across the country. If you are near any of these …
Blessings–For the Ear, For the Eye, & For You
Can’t you hear the laughter of the children, the slap of running feet, the rush and tumble of the waves? …
The Poetry That Saves Us
During these troubled times, the wars raging in Gaza and Ukraine, when our hearts are broken and we feel so …
Never Say “Never Again” Unless We Mean It
. . . because to do so would be meaningless. And perhaps it’s meaningless already. I wrote a post with …
Bearing Witness, Refusing to Turn Away, Again
How many times must we do this? Does it ever stop? The earthquakes, floods, and fires. The wars. Ukraine last …
The Desire for a Higher Lovemaking
I was struck by the phrase “a desire for a higher lovemaking” when reading Goethe’s poem “The Holy Longing.” It …
The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Redux
I wrote this some time ago and I’m revisiting it now because it describes so well how I’ve been feeling …
A Deer Screams — Beauty & Brutality at Home and the Hills of Vietnam
The most horrifying sound I’ve ever heard came one night soon after we moved here. A scream of pure terror …
