Something has been pulling on me, calling me to simplify, ease down, clear space to make room for something...new? different? re-focused?

The essence of mindfulness. When I am here, I can feel my feet, feel my breath, feel my beating heart--notice in this moment that I am okay.

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

I didn't feel good there, but sometimes I felt a little less bad. A tiny shift, but it was a start.

This is a good sequel for almost all of the tools I've shared over the last year. In fact, it is probably the most important concept of all.

I'll never forget the train ride home after Christmas that year, as every clack of the wheels pulled me further & further away from her.

"And when I dreamed my dream I awoke and came swiftly....I heard the stars singing as I came and felt warm wings about me..."

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

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

Could this silent darkness be one of winter's gifts? Asking us to bow like the grasses, acknowledging our own bare and basic shape?

It is early morning winter, cold and starlight turn to gold. Slowly I awake to find you standing where I saw you last...

Anti-Anxiety Tool of the Week Gratitude: Noticing the Little Things. Neuroscientist Alex Korb, author of The Upward Spiral, notes that,...

Quotations, in a sense, are stories in miniature. Here are a few of my current favorites.

So I find myself saying, what do I have to add that could possibly address any aspect of this heartbreak?

Perhaps I am naive, but my idea of a leader is someone who inspires you to be your best self, not one who bullies. Not an enemy-maker.

Seeds have such a delightful, concentrated potential. In winter, gardeners build their dreams from seeds...

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...

Today I want to share two poems that continue to touch me. Perhaps you can rest in the tenderness and freedom they offer?

The good news is that your child is there before you, and your arms are available: Hugging is possible.