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...

Since I've come across several really good pandemic-related resources recently, I wanted to pass them on to you, hence this different post.

Something so beautiful & unusual that it follows you around for days, rising again & again from hidden stairways of your heart...

When I looked at that piece of paper the next morning I saw the following: true gifts, humility, self-confidence, grandiosity. Ohhhh...

I'm sorry he is in such pain. It is not a fun place to be. But with great power comes great responsibility. And if that power is abused...

I love to play with words & to read others who do that well. Here are three lighthearted--and cat-intense--poems. For fun!

It's a brief tale. About a very large tail. A snow leopard tail--or rather, the lack thereof. I am in awe of snow leopards...

"Looks like we just gave ZZ Top a shave & crewcut!" said Celia. We looked at the huge and tangled heaps of grape vines we'd just pruned off.

Sometimes a tiny shift can solve a big problem...

Beauty is all around me--it hasn't gone away. The trees, the sky, a bird, an odd little insect. How to breathe in beauty & be in the world?

This week I thought I'd share a few resources I've come across for dealing with various aspects of the pandemic. Plus a few laughs.

Surrender to the magic of a poem. Be open to the small animals of meaning that wander through. Let the poems in your life run & slide...

Courage does not always shout. Hope does not always flare. Sometimes it is a small brown mouse who sneaks out...

We all need support to be brave, less anxious, to lean a little bit more into love. So I continue to share these little pieces of hope...

What happens when someone tells you, "Don't think about that!" "That" being your current big problem or concern. It's like saying...