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 …
Author Archives: Deborah J. Brasket
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 …
Nature and Human Consciousness, No Separation
Every time I write about nature I get deep into human consciousness. You can’t really separate the two. There is …
Vast Emptiness, Vastly Full
There are a few refrains that I turn to again and again when I want to get a clearer sense …
Seamless Being, A Poem
Seamless Being I’m not sure what there is to say anymore about being me,Who I am-was-will-be.We flow together seamlesslyWithout end. …
Dreaming Roses, Beauty Past Knowing
My roses are spent already this summer, and I miss them. Another summer not long ago I spend a day …
Summering Upstream with Mary Oliver
Slowly this summer I’ve been reading and savoring Mary Oliver’s book of essays Upstream while sitting on my patio sipping …
Discovering Sinead’s Music – Holy Rage & Sublime Divine
I’m a late arrival to the Sinead O’Conner lovefest. I’d heard of her, of course, seen the photos, snippets of …
Hot Hills in Summer Heat, A Poem
Hot Hills in Summer Heat I watch them every summer, the hot hills Crouched like a lion beside the road, …
Blasts From the Past—Summer Bliss
When we swim we shed our higher consciousness, the complex, reasoning human organism, and remember, deep inside ourselves, the first …
