Sometimes a tiny shift can solve a big problem...

I didn't go quite as far, brave quite the storm--or cold--that I thought I could. Or should. But I did...

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

My idea here is simply to share the things I think have helped us still be an "us"after all these years.

Perhaps I am naive, but my idea of a leader is someone who inspires you to be your best self, not one who bullies. Not an enemy-maker.

Seeds have such a delightful, concentrated potential. In winter, gardeners build their dreams from seeds...

Surrender to the magic of a poem. Be open to the small animals of meaning that wander through. Let the poems in your life run & slide...

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

When I was twelve years old I met an extraordinary man. He didn't look very extraordinary. Dressed in monks' robes, he had a shy smile...

No single step, no single shift, no single action, no single prayer, no single person will bring about the change we want to see.

Courage does not always shout. Hope does not always flare. Sometimes it is a small brown mouse who sneaks out...

Why was it there? Did it think our house was a tree? How was it staying up there? Was it going to fall? It wasn't moving--was it okay?

My relationship with my husband has been a Shakespearean experience—true love but not running smoothly, at least not for the first decade...

You can try to explain this kind of thing away with your rational mind. Or you can receive it as Gift. Gloriously ridiculous and improbable.