Women Speaking
Creative non-fiction; dharma talks, dreamscape retreats: women speaking ~ ~ ~ uninterrupted!
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Small Things That Really Aren't
06/23/2024
Small Things That Really Aren't
So often, what is truly meaningful is such a small thing, maybe something that words can’t even capture. Sandra speaks of a tender moment with an old woman in a foreign bath, Japanese signs that make no sense, a turtle shell, a splash in a puddle with a beloved father…it reminds me of my first visit to China.... “When the eyes and the ears are open, The Indian mystic Kabir says, “even the leaves on the trees teach like pages from the scriptures.” Kabir
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Momiji
06/16/2024
Momiji
Another walk, another dawn opens a window from the Appalachian mountains to Japan, to Charleston, SC and back. For my Father on Fathers' Day and the anniversary of his death.
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Women Speaking Introduction
06/15/2024
Women Speaking Introduction
Hi, I’m Sandra. I’ve been a mind-body professional since 1984 and am fortunate to know two other women of varying sensibilities and diverse ages who approach body, mind, self, community work in ways similar to, and more importantly different, from mine. Each woman speaks from her unique turn of the body, mind, self, community kaleidoscope. In our podcast we weave together three, and in time perhaps more, threads: a read aloud of women’s non-fiction, a series of dharma talks by an esteemed teacher, and a secret reveal — you could call it fiction, but to us it is more Real than real—a sanctuary of sanity in this troubled and troubling, and overwhelmingly beautiful world. This third thread may or may not appear during our first season. Even we don’t know. Three women’s voices and you the Listener. We’re ready. Let’s go!
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Everything Is Illuminated
06/11/2024
Everything Is Illuminated
When we encounter the difficult, we are invited to slow down, to pause - even with this - to bring a kind curiosity, an investigation of this difficulty as a doorway to some new growth, new understanding, new possibility, new light. "Embracing the Hurt, we learn to trust that there is something greater, something mysterious and full of grace." Thanissara
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Walking at Dawn
05/15/2024
Walking at Dawn
WALKING AT DAWN Ten (天) means sky, and jin (神) means god or deity. Because of a sniffle. That might be the virus. Social distancing. Self-quarantine. Safer at home. The most populous county in the US, and tests in short supply. Fourteen days from two days ago in a tiny house with dog and husband, who from the living room sends his latest haiku: Sound of a wife under stay at home orders sharpening a knife This morning the dog and I are heading for the sky, toward pink clouds fluffed by the rising sun. City sunrise is tricky. We stick to the wide roads that open to the east, along the face of the San Gabriels, out toward the San Bernadinos, slicing down palm- or live oak-lined streets that stitch one wide avenue to the next. Then break east again. Yesterday and the day before we roam south to the garden of olive trees where Tenjin reads forever, seated sidewise on his bronze buffalo. I stand by the ceramic fountain, let the fluted catchment drop its blessing on my forehead, and send it north to our dying friend. The drops that aren’t ours to keep become the wall of water shining yellow, blue, green Spanish tiles. Two dreams. The first three days before Crimson plays Red Bank, July, 2017. Bill and I walk toward each other and fall into each other’s arms, sobbing. Because he is sick. And won’t get better. On the sidewalk in Red Bank, walking the dog with my husband (same dog, same husband) before the show, here comes Bill, walking our way. We fall into each other’s arms, a long tight hug. The hug in the dream, minus the sobbing. Our corporeal good bye. Three days ago the second dream. This time three hugs, with dances between. Bill not clothed in, but subtracted to, filaments of light. The fourth movement toward him my feet stop, still as stone. I let go, breaking the threads of worry and care, that he may fly freely away. I pick a pink camellia and slip it behind the water buffalo’s ear.
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Sacred Moments, Even Now
05/06/2024
Sacred Moments, Even Now
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Bougainvillea
04/08/2024
Bougainvillea
A series of sketches titled Bougainvillea becomes a read-aloud for you from Women Speaking. The title sketch begins to flesh out the aim of the project: to portray 45 years of mind-body practice in short non-fiction sketches—while refraining from mentioning too much about mind-body practice.
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