I have fond memories of my children’s lengthy bedtime ritual which included reading fabulous books to each other, saying our reconstructed prayers, and my taking them on guided visualizations as they made their way off to sleep night after night, year after year.
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as an important part of that ritual for us. There was a time when I could recite “Where the Wild Things Are” by heart, and I remember the uncountable evenings laughing heartily as my children ‘roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws’. We hugged as they became the monsters that we all know we can sometimes be. We embraced each other, and in doing so, very deeply embraced the reality of life and the power of love.
Though publishers weren’t initially sure that inviting monsters into children’s bedrooms at bedtime was a good idea, Sendak persevered. The lasting popularity of his book showed that he was right, and I’m one mom that’s grateful. On the news of Sendak’s passing, I am reminded what a powerful ritual embracing our inner ‘wild things’ can be. How essential to be taught how to sail off through the night to the land of our shadow side. How important it is to find the courage to tame our inner beasts by telling them to ‘Be still!” and to see these wild things clearly by “looking straight into their eyes without blinking once”. How empowering it is to become ruler over these beasts, and then to realize we are lonely in that world alone, and to choose to come back to our true ‘home’ and there to allow ourselves to be nourished by love.
Sounds a lot like a spiritual yoga practice to me!
So go ahead. Make mischief. Let the wild rumpus start. Become sovereign and rule over your inner beasts. Then come back and love. After all, your supper is waiting….”and it is still hot”.

Maurice Sendak. Beloved Artist, Illustrator, Writer. 6/10/28-5/8/2012. May you rest in peace.
Poem One
I want to become fragrant for the sense of smell, colorful for the sense of sight, textured for the sense of touch. I want to blossom, emerging out of the frozen, hard times we inevitably find ourselves cycling through. “That’s the nature of things”, I’m told. And now it’s finally time. I want to drink in life from the earth–and from the sun—offering blessings and growing, growing into whatever it is that I am here to become. I want to live today fully, unabashedly, even exhaustingly…but not alone.
It isn’t everyday that one has the opportunity to visit with such a major player in the world’s spirituality scene as His Holiness the Dalai Lama, and am I certainly glad I didn’t miss mine yesterday morning!
The 42nd anniversary of Earth Day is this Sunday. According to the 

Spring Cleaning either brings a smile to your face followed by an eagerness to get rid of the old and bring on the new, or makes you want to crawl back inside like a groundhog hoping for a few more weeks of, well, procrastination…
Like so many, I am still trying to find ground after the recent unexpected death of a 20-year old young man in my spiritual community. The son of two wonderful people,
I guess what I want to say is best said if you will let me take liberties with a beloved
I wanted to share that great I feel great today…not because it’s sunny and hinting of Spring, nor because I got in a great practice this morning, and not even because I feel I’m riding on top of the wave of today’s full moon (instead of being taken down by it)…I’m feeling great because I’ve been JUICING.
Using well-washed organic vegetables as often as you can eliminates the risk of pesticides in your juice. Supporting local farmers when the season allows is an important consideration, as less distance provides a more nutrient-rich drink. Better yet, start thinking about a small amount of space in your yard where you might plant, tend and harvest your own vegetables for juicing. No yard?– try container gardening. No room for containers?–check in with your city to see if there is space available for you in a local community garden. There isn’t one yet? Consider starting a garden at a nearby house-of-worship or school! Don’t know where to start?–check out Evanston’s own 



Don’t get me wrong–I’m enthralled by the possibility of it all—the desire to enter the fantasy story, the opportunity to make it real to us, and the longing to make us real to it! Wandering through Hogwart’s was decidedly magical. Hugging ‘Thing 1″ and “Thing 2″ actually quite special. But the concern I have is when the lines seem to blur. When we live our lives, and sell our children that ‘happily ever after’ awaits all of us, that good always triumphs over evil, and that the lines of reality in our own lives can be blurred as we create stories to live in. Then it becomes frightening, and possibly dangerous.
What do we think about selling spirituality as a fantasy-land experience? I can’t help but think of the planned Anusara playground being built in Encinitas, California. Certainly given the unfolding waves of grief as long time teachers and students look to cull out reality from fantasy in their relationships with John Friend and Anusara, this fantasy-land will take on new meaning.

