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THIS MAY I LOOKED FORWARD TO A SPECTACULAR MIGRATION in the midst of Boston, Cambridge, Watertown, and Medford (MA). With species in rapid extinction, I had given up on this migration, much as the grey whales disappeared from migrating the 2,000 miles up the Atlantic Ocean. I was wrong.Read more

Rivers in a Viral Desert

As summer’s soft breath greets wisteria and peach trees, stores are closed and schools have barricaded doors. In Massachusetts, the plague still hovers close. COVID asks humans to shut bodies inside, not to shut off attention. Fear is on steroids but hiding helps noone. Thin iris blades are rising, and swans arrive ready to nest.  I want to show up too. Early in the morning I start by running off yesterday’s stress. Being on Earth, 60-something years, I should be a pro at curbing stress. Keep dreaming! My spine is riddled with ropes of tension. Luckily I can still run the Quinibecquin River that meanders through Watertown and Cambridge. I go most days... religiously. Quakers don’t worship the church. But without doubt the riverbed runs sweetly in my soul--it's a religious experience. You doubt me?Read more

Cormorant and Flowers

Quakers, Loving in Crisis

Well you see, my work is more than my job. I get paid as a psychotherapist reducing aggression, and building compassion. My work is the practice of peace. Quakers can be passive peace-lovers. I wrinkle my nose because many Quakers remain quiet around violence, supporting the status quo. I was asked to talk to South Central Yearly Meeting this April, and I eagerly agreed. And I didn't go. Instead all of humanity shared communion around a common foe, the Virus. Here, in video form is the SCYM keynote address. The accompanying PDF expands on my experiences in embracing Divine Love when facing evil. I'm looking forward to hearing from you.

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South Central Yearly Meeting 2020 Keynote


COVID-19 as Teacher within Tapestry

Pestilence and fear reverberate around us like a scary Hitchcock movie. There is evil in 2020 and compounded by a whopper worldwide virus.  But that’s not the main event. Not at all.  For thousands of generations, over hundreds of centuries, a great tapestry is being woven. Can we act from the tendrils of this beauty?

Spirit is weaving this majestic tapestry especially during crisis. It's kinda unbelievable. Quakers are part of the world’s weaving. We, bright beings, are weaving along with the Great Mystery, or the Holy One, the Creatrix, One Love. There’s evil, sure. And we transform it with the power of love. Evil is morally reprehensible, it is greed in the midst of hospitals crushed; it’s pipelines for the rich; it’s bailouts for banks when children lack clean water. Let the Words of My Mouth and the Meditations of my Heart, be Acceptable in Thy Sight. Oh, the Light!Read more

Bow Power Plant, New Hampshire

Fighting Fakefuel with Finesse

Acting in Love during Times of Fire

My stomach dropped down to my knees. Holy cow! I shivered on the tracks as the train curled around the bend. It was 9 pm, Dec 16th, dark and cold. I was in the presence of something awesome like the shepherds on Christmas night who heard the angels shout, “Fear not.” Two dozen warm bodies had camped by the train tracks north of Worcester MA to stop a freight train carrying 10,000 tons of coal. We had been asking the Granite Co to shut down the Bow, NH Power Plant, a huge coal burning factory with no shut-down date.Read more

Wading into the Waters at Tijuana

By the blast of God’s nostrils the waters piled up.
The surging waters stood up like a wall.
The enemy boasted, "I will overtake them.
I will gorge myself on them.
I will draw my sword and my hand will destroy them.” —Exodus 15:8

Caravans of refugees are arriving in titanic proportions. People are fleeing the terror of war and economic slavery. This peaceful flight across the Tijuana river happens as we honor the Jews crossing out of economic slavery. The caravan migration is historic, dare I say…. Biblical.Read more

Humans Rights on ICE

When I came to the Border Project for Human Rights, Mexico was under the chilly grip of winter. I left Baja California on March 1st, enchanted by the world of whales mating and dolphin pods leaping. In Magdalena Bay I traded my swimsuit for a scarf and wool hat. Baja California basks in beauty and I was headed for the top of the peninsula. Organ pipe cactus turned to tall palm trees. The pelicans followed me north along the coast, I thanked them as they dipped and dived around craggy islands. I made it through to the Tijuana Monumental Arch, three blocks south of Trump’s Wall and a lot taller. I introduced myself to the trees near the cathedral, saying I was a pilgrim far from my native maples.Read more

Minga on the Edge

Go and come back. Go forward and see. Pray and listen. Come home and share. Breathe it in and breathe it out. Love through hate. Hope in darkness.

Quaker troubadour in Nepal

In March I will live for a few weeks near refugees, and hear their stories in the hot sidewalks of Tijuana/San Deigo. On quick appraisal, traveling to the Mexico border is foolish. My spouse asks if I'm going to the border or to the edge? Is this sojourn on the Mexican border ministry? Reflect with me reasons to leave a comfortable home and go to the epicenter of dislocation.Read more


Learning AVP When Enemies Are Everywhere

How are prisons violent? Humans learn to reciprocate love and leverage power with each other. Like lumbering bears, we grow every day. Prisons stunt growth. A herd of humans can become a stampede that tramples each other. Humans howl—when threatened we snap our teeth. Violence is taught—sometimes on Main Street. I can assure you—violence is taught in prison. Ahhh, but, violence can be unlearned, in prison and anywhere.
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Tijuana Border Wall

Darkness and Borderlands

Before the longest nights of 2018, I heard about the exodus of Latinx had reached the Mexican northern border. During the dark of the moon I was obsessed with the drama and the heroism. I saw the poetry in streams of people fleeing in groups of 80 or of 45 or of 15. Central Americans banding together for safety, to share the load, to give tips on what to expect, to keep warm during the night, and to pray with at sunrise. Short or lean; well-dressed or thread bare; boots or flipflops; parents leaving children behind or children in tow. Two stories shook me up. I shivered when I first heard them.Read more

Gaza Beach

Thirst in a Land of Milk & Honey

September 20, 2018

Where is the land of milk and honey? Is the Fertile Crescent the beginning of civilization? The Middle East is a crossroads of Asia, Europe and Africa, why is the US military so entangled there? The land caressing the Jordan and Euphrates rivers is ancient, with the taste of pomegranates and the lure of salt. Jerusalem is a golden city crested by a hill, shrouded with utopian dreams. Sarah and Abraham, the elders of three religions, didn’t they build a homeland between the Phoenicians and Egyptians 3,000 years ago? This land, now called by cartographers the Middle East, is both beauty and grief. For centuries it is cloaked in blood, a wound caused by white supremacists. I know this wound, it throbs. The violence in the Middle East claws at my senses raw until denial, with its swift relief, dulls my sorrow.Read more

Mary Dyer

Mary Dyer at the Poor People's Campaign

June 14, 2018

Quakers have joined in the Poor People’s Campaign (PPC) for these last two months. Every Monday for 5 weeks, we have gathered near Boston Common. Yes, Friends were ruffled and hot. Yes, Friends raised their voices against the liars and gluttons in our tattered democracy. Moreover, Friends burnished divine power to heal oppression. Our cry echoed MLK’s PPC.** The Poor People's moral compass points to Repairing the Breach. Yes, Friends illegally crossed into the streets. People took risks by forming a string of human pearls between the poor and the thrones of power. On different Mondays, Friends joined 15 others who shut down streets around the statehouse.Read more