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.

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

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.

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

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

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 "I am alright right now." In this present moment, just as you are right now, are you okay? Reading this...

Why not participate in the Good Big Thing and then reach out from those places to join with those are living out grace?

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

And now for something completely different...a children's story, in verse, about a young girl and her great-grandmother. Just for fun.

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?

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

Forgiving ourselves, we learn to forgive others. Allowing our own foibles we are, hopefully, more able to accept imperfection in others.

Today in my quiet time I found myself wondering about God's heartbeat. Maybe it was my breathing that started this line of thought...

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

"You should also have days when you allow what is already in you to swell up inside of you until it touches everything..."

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...