This is a bit odd, I thought...Of course, you can pick my experience to pieces logically if you want to. I'm choosing to take it as a gift.

Is there anywhere God isn't? Does God grow? Does God have an edge? Are we, somehow, God's growing edge, or part of it? God’s hands?

Another song--it could be a modern psalm to the mysterious, the unfathomable, the achingly beautiful unknown. Tender beyond hope.

Never really listened to the words for any Grateful Dead songs. True statement. Never listened to or looked at the words, fool that I was.

I laughed out loud, in surprise and delight. "You are so right, Jesse!" I said.

On the backside of that hill the incessant noise of traffic and construction was buffered out…so we could drink in the silence as well.

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.

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.

People reported an increased sense of well-being & happiness when experiencing beauty. So, here are some photos I think are beautiful.

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

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!

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..."

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

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...

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

An absurd fantasy--I mentally roll my eyes when I read it. Yet when I decided to write about mindfulness this week that essay came to mind.

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: Jiggling This is one of my favorite ways to reduce stress. Just jiggle your entire body, gently but...