Author: Charles LaFond

  I have only owned one home with a name.  My home in New Hampshire (c. 1847) is called “Blackwater Bluff.”  My home growing up was called “Dove Haven” and…

What a dangerous season this is.  We have had some down-time in the summer and now there are things to engage us. New invitations to collaboration.  New classes to take. …

Yesterday, I found myself breathing. Well, that is to say, I was breathing half-breaths. Shallow breathing. When I noticed it, I paused and took a very deep breath.  Then another. …

Cooking dinner for a few friends is tricky when one can neither taste nor smell. I almost burned the caramelized onions for buckwheat savory pancakes which will support salmon and…

Sunday, a friend and I went to get a sandwich.  Waiting in line to order our sandwich we noticed the chalk board had its usual invitation to appease our over-caffeinated…

Once upon a time there was a man named John to whom was given many gifts. John was given the brain it took to think about and solve problems and…

Yesterday, seven new children were baptized at the cathedral.  They were, as the prayer book says, “all sorts and conditions.”  Some cried and others trembled,while some took it all in…

When we face our pain-producing thoughts and deal with them by asking The Four Questions and the Turnaround ( see Byron Katie's book Loving What Is) then we deal with…

Sometimes we all need inspiration.  The word means “to be breathed into” and has its roots in religious thought - that the Holy Spirit, or God, breathes into us and…

  My propensity to be triggered is a problem.  Not the things that arouse the propensity. I keep thinking that suffering is the problem, but it’s not.  The problem is…