I want to tell you a story about my dad's final gift to me...

...the ocean of longing shifts through me, the blessed inner star of navigation moves in the dark sky above...

It has been a day when the memory of a poem--a simple poem, almost a prayer-- elicits gratitude.

Ease from “footies!” Plus life as a patient has deeply informed a physician’s practice. She has distilled this wisdom….

I have enjoyed using the somewhat cutesy (but memorable) phrase, "an attitude of gratitude." And what did I realize today?

From this perspective, to be a beginner is a gift. And what a wonderful way to approach the world, other people and our own psyches.

Coupled with the beauty & incredible age of those mountains, the silence offered us a way to slip into a different sense of timelessness.

The best gifts, by far, are those in which both giver and receiver have great joy.

There is a lighter side to Le Guin, however, which she shared in her lovely four-book Catwing series for children.

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

The tides of life and creative energy thrive in these liminal spaces, whether they are in the world, our hearts, or our relationships.

He touched the lives of millions around the world, faithfully scattering seeds of peace, compassion, mindfulness, non-violence, humor & joy.

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

Today I just want to share a few poems that have touched me over the years.

They flowed with strength and steady pace through the heart of the village and together, they rolled on towards the Sea…

Anti-Anxiety Tool of the Week Hand to heart. This one is very simple. Just place your hand on your chest, slightly to the left of...

So I've given you a peak into our relationship--sweet, struggling, satisfying, imperfect, and a great gift.

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

He just stood there looking at me--quizzically, almost gravely. Then, in his endearing three year old accent, he dropped a little bomb.

Compassion leads to a life of power *with* others. Judgment leads to a hunger for power *over* others.