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

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

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.

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

The power, the sweat, the struggle, the elemental, primordial nature of birth. The incredible joy of new life when it is complete.

"And when I dreamed my dream I awoke and came swiftly....I heard the stars singing as I came and felt warm wings about me..."

Anti-Anxiety Tool of the Week Feel your feet. When I am are upset or anxious, I tend to head way off in the future or back into the...

Why not participate in the Good Big Thing and then reach out from those places to join with those are living out grace?

So I started musing...wow, what if the universe is giving birth to itself? What if God is giving birth to the universe?

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