Autumn. I feel such peace as I look out of the big picture window in my apartment at the blanket of colour that greets me. I can actually hear the branches of the trees, laden with brilliant yellow and red…
Autumn. I feel such peace as I look out of the big picture window in my apartment at the blanket of colour that greets me. I can actually hear the branches of the trees, laden with brilliant yellow and red…
My Mum is ninety-seven years of beautiful. I love every precious wrinkle on her dear face. Yes, it is a face that shows the ravages of time, but it is more than that. Way more. It is a face documenting…
The following is something I wrote on February 2, 2014: Happy Birthday to my mother today. She is ninety-two years old. Wow! Bruce and I went to see her last evening with a homemade lemon cake (her favourite) and birthday…
I am so lucky. I hurt my back two weeks ago. This morning at 7 a.m. I was startled by some pretty heavy knocking on my apartment door. My husband threw on his robe and opened the door to be…
The following is an article that I wrote, published in Buddhadharma: The practitioner’s quarterly magazine, Winter 2013 edition. I thought it worth sharing: Maureen Connor (Samten Wangmo) was ordained as a lay teacher in the Tibetan Karma Kagyu tradition in…
I thought that I’d like to share the following with you all. My husband and I say these words every day before our evening meal. A few years ago I attended a retreat led by Vietnamese monk Thich Nhat Hanh.…