Author: Annie Pearl

An Autumn Blessing

The saffron-leafed Sango Kaku

enrobed in November foliage

bestows autumnal Buddhist blessings

upon the land.

How precious its’ gift.

Are we humble enough to receive it?

Musings On The Moon

Several days ago, I, as you too might have, witnessed the “eclipse” of the sun. At that time, a portion of our earth was in the shadow of the moon.  Of course, for us here in NY, it was only a partial eclipse of the sun. As the writer Annie Dillard so aptly put it in her classic essay Total Eclipse, “Seeing a partial eclipse bears the same relation to seeing a total eclipse as kissing a man does to marrying him.” In other words, pleasant but not earth-shattering!

All is Context

All is context
No matter my belief
God is process

I seek truth
To know the right
All is context

The Differents

Compelled by the minimalist images
Enmeshed in the nature of nature
Could I be any different?

Is there any other source?
And yet – how are your
Words so different?

A Reflection On Familiarity and Diversity

I have recently become aware of how fond I am of my psychotherapy clients and how familiar they have become to me. What do I mean by this? My psychotherapy clients feel familial, as if we are related. And, in fact, we are! We are related in our humanity, in the proverbial “Family of Man”.

Constellations

Whenever I have scheduled an upcoming Constellation Workshop, the Constellation itself begins many days before the scheduled event. It begins when I start thinking about when, where and how the next Workshop should occur.

On Pain…and love

We are all wounded beings. It’s part of our DNA. This is a given, and it’s why I practice. It’s why I practice my profession and it’s part of what inspires me to maintain a spiritual practice. How else to deal with and to heal the pain of living, and of loving?

Fanny’s Pearls

A brief memoir of a time with my grandmother brings to mind reflections upon our ancestral legacy and our personal evolution:

Wise Women

On this first day of Rosh Hashonah, ushering in the Jewish New Year of 5774, I am profoundly grateful for the life I have had and the promise of a new year to come.

Fireflies- A poem

The fireflies punctuate the nighttime sky

Tiny snapshots of illumination

A moment of magic and then

Darkness again

Did I imagine this scintillac spark?