The sound & fury of electronic foul-ups & poor service. A Hero arrives to save the day. Then peace...like after a train roars by.

My 1st song in 30 years rises behind my eyes, begging to come out. I'm trying to sing the stars, thirsting to sing the stars.

There was a whir of wings, a little flash of grey and white, and a tiny bird landed on the outer edge of the deck. We held our breaths.

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

After all these years I'm still amazed when those minuscule seeds grow into plants hundreds of times bigger than their infant selves.

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.

This is a bit odd, I thought...Of course, you can pick my experience to pieces logically if you want to. I'm choosing to take it as a gift.

A few months ago I had a dream about my dad, who died in 2007. He was talking on the phone with two rather verbally abusive people...

I laughed out loud, in surprise and delight. "You are so right, Jesse!" I said.

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.

The "sweet" in this bittersweet experience is made more heartbreakingly beautiful because we know it won't last.

Don't discount those small kindnesses you offer to others. Tiny things can matter as much as big.

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

When others are grateful toward you for what you have done, it makes you want to do more for them. This has the same effect on...

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.