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.

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...

A few more poems/songs that have been speaking to me in the midst of this strange new pandemic world we find ourselves in.

"It is difficult to get the news from poems, yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there." William Carlos Williams

A new edition of the Anti-covidanxiety toolkit including your contributions, complete with cartoons.

Would a whale long for the desert? It could, if its ancestors walked on the solid earth. Would a hawk spiral down into flame? Perhaps not...

Such a relief to be with people who needed no explanation for the often massive feelings I was having. They got it. They were in it too.

Loosen, fingers, loosen your death grip on this very day. Open to the atmosphere of open, drink in large draughts of clear. Hear the rain

Unfolding is what a rose does when it’s been planted in nourishing earth...and what a baby does as it is being born...