It’s December 17th, just four days until the winter solstice in the northern hemisphere. Yesterday I wrote a small poem — Note to Self in...

It is on a threshold, at the edge, where we are most able to alter our understanding of the world, and of our own lives in it. — Gregory...

They want a wilderness with a map but how about errors that give a new start? Or leaves that are edging into the light? Or the many...

“What if a thought is an actual thing, a measurable entity, with a measurable mass?…Well…if a thought has mass, then a thought exerts...

Too much to do? Feeling ragged, exhausted, confused, a bit grumpy? Yesterday was one of those days. After a morning of errands and lots...

Being mindful is walking out the door with my keys, wallet, glasses, and other necessities needed for the journey into the day. In...

This tightly wound leaf will one day unfurl into being, a luscious green companion to its neighboring leaf. Yet it can’t be hurried...

The act of self-discovery, once begun, has the weight of momentum, a certain cadence. It requires gumption, patience and bravado, and...