A Feeding Frenzy

An old Cherokee told his grandson, “my son, there is a battle between two wolves inside us all.

One is Evil. It is anger, jealousy, greed, resentment, inferiority, lies and ego. The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, humility, kindness, empathy, and truth.

 The boy thought about it, and asked, “Grandfather, which wolf wins?”

 The old man quietly replied, “The one you feed.”

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I came across this beautiful, brief  bit of native American folklore very recently. If you’ve been reading my recent posts, you could predict that it would immediately find a permanent home in my psyche.

This confrontation that the old Cherokee speaks of has churned inside me virtually everyday for quite a while. And everyday, I consciously struggle to find a way past, through, under, or around the negativity.  It’s so very hard for me – an uphill battle – like the one Sisyphus faced.

It’s a fine line I walk. For me, the preferred path to being an informed, engaged, responsible citizen, both of our country and of our world, leads me directly into that evil wolf’s den. And the feeding frenzy begins. I am confronted with an opinion contrary to mine and the sparks of anger begin to ignite, the embers of jealousy enkindle, […]

And Now We Will Hope…

 A good and sweet year to you,
may you be inscribed and sealed for a good year!

Consistently, since I began writing this blog in May of 2020, I’ve based my writing on an idea I received from something, someone, someplace along the way.  But over this summer, I’ve been without of any type of inspiration. Though I’ve made several starts to a new post, it always felt like I was forcing the issue rather than really feeling it. So, weeks went by and there was nothing…nothing at all.  This absence of any enthusiasm to write was disconcerting. What was going on with me? Why this numbness?

But then, as I began sorting through my emails this morning, there was the offering from A Concord Pastor. Each morning this Catholic priest gifts his subscribers with a short motivational post that typically starts our days off on a peaceful note. I’ve been so grateful for these writings!

In today’s offering, in homage to his Jewish friends celebrating the New Year, the Pastor provides a tutorial for understanding this holiday and includes a link to a selection of beautiful Jewish writings and prayers found in another blog. To Bend Light is authored by Alden Solovy, a Jewish liturgist and poet, whose work has been used by people of many […]

September 8th, 2021|Minding Our Spirits, Minding Our World|6 Comments

Time to Rest

I’ve been on a vacation, of sorts.  At the beginning of this month, returning from the border, I decided to “unplug”. From everything. I felt that both my body and my mind were signaling to me that they (I) needed a rest. So..

I went about making the change deliberately…identifying all the entities in my life that were serving no positive purpose. I cancelled some subscriptions. I dropped time consuming involvements  whose only purpose was to eat up my time. I deleted all the apps on my phone that supposedly served to make me an “engaged and informed citizen” of our world, our country, our neighborhood. And I stopped bingeing on cable news shows. The latter two cancellations proved to be my best gift to self!

I had to do this. All the news I was voraciously consuming was turning me into someone I didn’t want to be. I was angry. I was ignoring what was important in my life. Treasured times and conversations with family and friends had turned into rant sessions as I complained about some newly developing frustrating situation over which I had no control. This unpleasant harpy was becoming the new me.

That’s when I surrendered to the biddings of my body and mind. I continued to journal, though, and I that’s where I first noticed […]

July 29th, 2021|Minding Our Spirits, Uncategorized|12 Comments

A Journey of Faith

Journey of Faith


Last Wednesday, I returned from two weeks at the southern border, working among migrants at the Humanitarian Respite Center in McAllen, TX. Two weeks. Only two weeks. Fourteen days. A relatively short time. But those two weeks changed my life.

Prior to this trip, I thought I was fairly in tune with the plight of migrants crossing our borders. Events of these past few years aroused in me a sincere empathy for and curiosity about those fleeing their homes in search of a better life. What horrendous conditions must they be experiencing in their native lands to compel them to make the treacherous journey, on foot, across hundreds of miles. I felt for them. Deeply.

And then I went to McAllen. And the stunning reality of the situation was nothing like I had imagined it would be. Emotional…awe-inspiring…almost paralyzing.

My first few days at HRC were anything but uplifting. I was disappointed in the facility itself. Processing over 1000 migrants each day, it was dark, windowless, – a former nightclub I learned. The noise of all these voices, babies crying, children screaming in play – was deafening.  Rows of folding chairs filled with families waiting to be “processed in”, lines of families awaiting OTC meds from the “pharmacy”, a separate room with gym mats carpeting the […]

July 5th, 2021|Uncategorized|18 Comments
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