This is a good sequel for almost all of the tools I've shared over the last year. In fact, it is probably the most important concept of all.

When astronauts go through re-entry, they may be coming back home to some semblance of "normal" but no one expects re-entry to be simple.

Something so beautiful & unusual that it follows you around for days, rising again & again from hidden stairways of your heart...

I love to play with words & to read others who do that well. Here are three lighthearted--and cat-intense--poems. For fun!

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

And now for something completely different...a children's story, in verse, about a young girl and her great-grandmother. Just for fun.

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

"You should also have days when you allow what is already in you to swell up inside of you until it touches everything..."

Here is the list of all the tools in all the toolkits so far. Or consider it an atlas of maps. Take what you like and leave the rest!

Hands are incredibly, marvelously, terribly important. We've all become hugely aware of that over the last few weeks...

This weeks tools? Admit your frustration. Swish your feet around. Talk funny. Hand to heart. Accept your humanity.

The most effective tools--all can either be done while doing something else or only take a few seconds.

Here are a few more ways to dislodge that anxiety, melt it, shake it loose, or at least mute it down a little.

A new edition of the Anti-covidanxiety toolkit including your contributions, complete with cartoons.

Here's the toolkit I am using to stay sane, to move through and beyond what I am calling covidanxiety. You could call them seeds of sanity.

Eeyore is almost always lugubrious, but also endearing. A caricature. Who among us never complains, never over-dramatizes their problems?

Skin....It keeps our insides from going out where they shouldn't, and keeps things on the outside that could hurt us from going in.

Have you ever stood outside where there is very little noise from human sources...and just...listened? That silence is so rich, so deep...