These practices can offer a little sense of relief from the stress of living in this crazy world. Most of them are conveniently portable.

A reprise of the mini anti-anxiety toolkit (plus one) with the quickest, simplest anti-anxiety tools.

Three parts to this post: COVID Info & Resources, Good News about COVID, and Fun Ways to Distract Yourself from Bad News. Read any or all!

Some part of me had known I was in denial when I sat on that cold kitchen floor. But I denied my denial.

When others are grateful toward you for what you have done, it makes you want to do more for them. This has the same effect on...

A little odd perhaps, but with the conference approaching I was getting more and more nervous, so I gave it a try.

Over the past week I stumbled across three short pieces of writing in different places. And noticed a few things that made me ponder...

The power, the sweat, the struggle, the elemental, primordial nature of birth. The incredible joy of new life when it is complete.

It was like taking a journey together, like discovering a new planet just for us, yet feeling safe and cozy, as if we were in a nest.

I love words so much sometimes I just want to eat them! Plus sitting on a dictionary...

I know what it's like to be bullied--there's fear, humiliation and frustration as someone bigger & stronger taunts & threatens you.

I like quotations--they can be a bit like tiny stories, complete with a conflict or problem and some sort of resolution. And they're short!

When astronauts go through re-entry, they may be coming back home to some semblance of "normal" but no one expects re-entry to be simple.

"If stories come to you, care for them....learn to give them away where they are needed. Sometimes a person needs a story more than food."

Otherness is an odd--and cosmic--corollary to oneness. Otherness in a relationship can take many forms. There are big differences like...

A lighthearted song...I hope it brightens up your day, bringing back some good memories--your own or maybe your kids' or grandkids'.

This strange mirror, this odd form of grace, though uncomfortable, has on occasion helped me see myself a lot more clearly.

My first discovery of the use of dialog in journaling was back in the mid-1980s, not long after I moved to Charlottesville.

I let the pictures whisper, or call out, so they become like dream images, leaving more room for revelation, for mythic or mystical meaning.

I focus on my breath. I get distracted. Oops. Okay. And again. So many times that I feel like one of those toys on a string...