Atotonilco, Mexico — High Art, Folk Art, Hot Springs, Food!
If you’re planning a trip to San Miguel de Allende, be sure to budget time for a day trip to the nearby town of Atotonilco.
My Mother’s Last Words to Me Before She Died
My mother’s last words to me were nothing much. No parting words of love. No heartfelt messages to the grandchildren. Read more.
Today’s Downer: ‘You Aways Kill Yourself Too Late’
I’m not very tough-minded. I discourage easily. So I’m careful about the writers I allow to spend time in my psyche, rearranging the furniture. Emil Mihai Cioran, for one, is not so welcome there.
Anne Lamott on Getting Older — Drop That Rock
It’s time to drop that rock we’ve been carrying around, says Anne Lamott. It’s time to surrender to the fact that we can’t do it all. We’re getting older and it’s time to have ourselves some peace.
Photo Op: Yosemite Rocks — And Sometimes It Rolls
The big rocks and cliffs at Yosemite are spectacular, but so is the smaller stuff — the boulders, rocks, stones and pebbles that litter every inch of the 12,000-square-mile national park. I’m especially partial to the glacial erratics.
Belief Is Seriously Overrated — You Don’t Have to Be a Believer to Believe
Some of my family members were uneasy at the thought of standing up at my mother’s memorial mass to read from the Bible, a document they didn’t believe in. I told them I thought belief was seriously overrated.
The Somethingists — They Don’t Believe in God, but They Do Believe in . . . Something
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Good news for those of us – count me in – who aren’t at all sure of what God is like. It’s called Somethingism. Read more.
The Rise of the “Nones” – Young Americans Are Doing Without Church
I was in Bethesda, Maryland, for the annual Religion Newswriters Association conference last weekend. Here’s what I found out about the religiously unaffiliated in America. Read more.
Religion Scholar Huston Smith at 93 — ‘Be Happy!’
Ninety-three-year-old Huston Smith rolled into the Sagrada bookstore in Oakland, California, in a push wheelchair the other day, ready to do what he does best – say something. At 93 and plagued as he is by hearing loss, weakened eyesight and debilitating osteoporosis, you’d think the popular author and religion scholar would be ready to take it easy. Not so. Read more.
Buddhist Writing — Wisdom or Chicken Shit?
Jack Kornfield and Sylvia Boorstein are two of my favorite Buddhist writers. But I don’t follow their advice entirely — I don’t meditate.