Living in a grass-is-greener, anywhere-but-here, mode can particularly unsatisfying.

I find out, again and again, that the world carries on without me.

Think millefiori meets interplanetary/biologist/geologist/exquisitely talented glass artist!

It seats me right in the middle of this insane and lovely life...

"Consider daily sitting practice to be a kind of spiritual food." That's a lovely thought. I like food. But what happens when I get hungry?

In the aftermath, writing about gratitude and mindfulness seems kind of callous, even frivolous. Or perhaps naive. But it is not.

Some of the sweetest times I've had with another person are those in which we simply sit near each other, without the need to speak.

There are deer, birds, foxes, wildflowers and more. But you have to look. Lawrence looks with eyes that see things others tend to pass by.

What really caught my attention was a photo of a wolf. Especially the eyes. Intense. Deep. Totally present. Totally alive.

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

I came across an interesting little article the other day that claimed you could make a big difference in your life by changing one word…

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.

If I allow my mind to still, if I let go of my need to control, sometimes I ease into a quiet state where time does not hold me captive.

Some part of me had known I was in denial when I sat on that cold kitchen floor. But I denied my denial.

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.