A little odd perhaps, but with the conference approaching I was getting more and more nervous, so I gave it a try.

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.

Lawrence and I share a trait that has always been a gift to us, but has proven to be especially helpful during the pandemic--we are both…

Moving just a degree or two differently from where I am heading now might work.

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.

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.

It was like taking a journey together, like discovering a new planet just for us, yet feeling safe and cozy, as if we were in a nest.

I know what it's like to be bullied--there's fear, humiliation and frustration as someone bigger & stronger taunts & threatens you.

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.

"If stories come to you, care for them....learn to give them away where they are needed. Sometimes a person needs a story more than food."

"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..."

"Her purring rose like a hymn to home above the noise of the Great Storm-Cat. Such music had not reached his ears since the dawn of time."

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

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

My first discovery of the use of dialog in journaling was back in the mid-1980s, not long after I moved to Charlottesville.

I let the pictures whisper, or call out, so they become like dream images, leaving more room for revelation, for mythic or mystical meaning.

Since I've come across several really good pandemic-related resources recently, I wanted to pass them on to you, hence this different post.

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