Perhaps I can truly hear the small things that I, personally, can do to help shift the balance from fear and hatred to love.

Two poems about loss & hope--one from a grand river, and one from a small creek in the wilderness.

What a strange and sometimes very difficult thing it is to be a human being. And perhaps no period is more difficult than the time of grief

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.

A fearful thing to love, to hope, to dream, to be–to be, And oh, to lose. A thing for fools, this, And a holy thing, a holy thing to love.

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

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.

"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.

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?

When I was twelve years old I met an extraordinary man. He didn't look very extraordinary. Dressed in monks' robes, he had a shy smile...

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...

Here is the list of all the tools in all the toolkits so far. Or consider it an atlas of maps. Take what you like and leave the rest!

I'm going to start with a confession this time. A couple of mornings ago...

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

Here are a few more ways to dislodge that anxiety, melt it, shake it loose, or at least mute it down a little.

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.