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

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…

No one could discern the roots of that terror. It was strangely elusive, perhaps from a time or place where there were no words.

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

It will, I hope, give joy, pleasure & sustenance to those who eat it, and become a vehicle of connection for all who share the meal.

I didn't feel good there, but sometimes I felt a little less bad. A tiny shift, but it was a start.

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 love words so much sometimes I just want to eat them! Plus sitting on a dictionary...

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

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.

"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."

Otherness is an odd--and cosmic--corollary to oneness. Otherness in a relationship can take many forms. There are big differences like...

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.

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

Could this silent darkness be one of winter's gifts? Asking us to bow like the grasses, acknowledging our own bare and basic shape?

It is early morning winter, cold and starlight turn to gold. Slowly I awake to find you standing where I saw you last...

"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.