The poetry of Ira Sukrungruang

Just lately, I’ve been exploring my latest writing fascination:  creative non-fiction–or more specifically, the memoir.  And in my usual obsessive fashion, … More

The call

We are dancing now on the mummified remains of ancient sisterhood, and I, weary but duty bound, am loath to be … More

The care and feeding of adolescents

As you know by now, every  now and again I dip into my old “Memory Lane” files, and this time … More

Ponderings of a wanderer

All my life, I’ve been a spiritual wanderer.  I’ve examined a number of religious belief systems and dipped my toes into several, … More

Queen of delusion

  I’ve just lately realized that, in spite of such extensive mental preparation as mentioning it–jokingly, to be sure–at every … More

The long dance

Another oldie:   Here is the latest update on things at The Zoo.  The kids are chafing at the bit … More

Tempest in my teapot

A few years ago a friend gave me a wonderful birthday gift:  a pair of dainty, delicate and absolutely gorgeous jade … More

When is enough, enough?

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Enough Is Enough.” Yes, I know; my blog looks different. And yes, … More

An ego story

I love stories, especially the ones that oh, so gently hold a mirror up to us readers so that we … More

An e-book e-complaint

I need to rant. It won’t be a long rant, but there’s something out there in the ebook world that puts … More

Hard bucking (32nd anniversary)

Beginning to be comfortable, we two, after all this time; this stubborn, persevering love, sturdy now as the two old … More

“War is obsolete; all life is interrelated” – a tribute

“It really boils down to this:  that all life is interrelated. We are all caught in an inescapable network of … More

The gift of Pandora’s box

Ebb Tide Abandoned rowboat on a barren beach, its treasures gone – oars, bailing can, worms lost to the endless tide. … More

Made of stars

Everywhere, simply everywhere I look, I see stylized, photoshopped and airbrushed images of women – and men – that look … More

Waking up out of a tradition [reblog]

Originally posted on Standing in an Open Field:
Buddham sarinam gacchami. Dammam sarinam gacchami. Sangham sarinam gacchami. I go for refuge to Buddha ,…

The new look

This morning I decided to freshen my blog by turning out a new look for 2015. Nothing outlandish, you understand, just … More

The cusp

And so here we are again; once more we find ourselves perched on the cusp of old year and new, … More

Windows to the soul

The eye through which I see God is the same eye through which God sees me; my eye and God’s … More

Curse of the Kitchen Gods

Tomorrow night will be my first Christmas Eve Feast as the retired hostess of this annual family event, a role that I’ve … More

Stalemate

Every deep relationship has its ups and downs; there are times when, no matter how hard you both try, you … More

To protect, to serve

I know a cop.  He works extremely hard at a thankless job that it has become popular nowadays to sneer … More

“A rose by any other name….”

Three evenings from now, I will be entering a new phase of my Shin Buddhist experience:  I’ll take part in a … More

The big picture

Thomas Merton is another of my heroes, and so the quote that accompanies this soulful painting by Anna Shukeylo caught my … More

How to grow tomatoes

Lately I’ve been poking around in my “memory lane” files, and I came across this little post that’s so old … More

Mono no aware

Fall is a poem, a diary of smells and memories, a glowing stained glass window, a not-so-still life. Fall is … More