Trudy Goodman

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Dreaming? Awake?

“Like a tiny drop of dew, or a bubble floating in a stream;
 Like a flash of lightning in a summer cloud,
 Or a flickering lamp, an illusion, a phantom, or a dream. So is all conditioned existence to be seen.”—Buddha One morning, I slowly stretch and wake up, refreshed from dreaming I’m in Hawaii… Continue reading

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Writing Retreat

I’m spending this month at Jack’s house on a writing retreat. Yesterday I finished a piece I’d been working on and, I had to admit, it’s not very good. This is the opinion of the inner critic, my own personal editor who looks over my shoulder and remarks, “No one would want to read this,… Continue reading

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Youth Strike for the Future

Teaching our Deepening Your Practice class a couple weeks ago, Elizabeth Rice shared an inspiring Ted talk on climate change by a then 15-year-old Swedish girl named Greta Thunberg. Incredulous and outraged that adults are doing nothing to stop the warming of our planet, Greta went on a school strike for the climate! Now 16… Continue reading

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The Love of Mother Earth

As long as my mother was alive, she sent her children a Valentine’s Day card. The envelope was adorned with red heart stickers and on the back, in increasingly tremulous handwriting, she would write S-W-A-K (sealed with a kiss). The sweet wishes didn’t vary from when we were children to my being a grandmother. It… Continue reading

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Nature’s Magic

The Buddha encouraged his community to meditate in the forest at the foot of a tree, beginning a long tradition of reverence for nature in Buddhism. Spending time in nature, we can sense the intimate connection between the natural world and our own nature. There’s a circuitry between the health of the environment and our… Continue reading

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India: Beginner’s Mind

Just home from traveling halfway around the world for a couple weeks of meditation retreat. Since there are wonderful retreat centers right here in California – Spirit Rock, Big Bear, others – why go spend weeks in the heat of Southern India, in an austere ashram accompanied by clouds of mosquitoes, swarms of ants and… Continue reading


Life Is But A Dream

I wake up to a clear winter sunrise in LA. It’s already the fifth day of the new year. Like a dream, the holidays are past, whether sparkling or somber. It’s 2019 now. Here we are, rowing our boats gently down the swift stream of time. Is life really but a dream, as our childhood… Continue reading