There is a sacredness in tears….They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues…

Ease from “footies!” Plus life as a patient has deeply informed a physician’s practice. She has distilled this wisdom….

As humans we seem to be attracted, even addicted at times, to the negative. This gave our ancestors a survival edge. The good news is…

"Consider daily sitting practice to be a kind of spiritual food." That's a lovely thought. I like food. But what happens when I get hungry?

I laughed out loud. And there it was, my opportunity for shared humor--and shared humanity.

From this perspective, to be a beginner is a gift. And what a wonderful way to approach the world, other people and our own psyches.

Can we honor our common grief, our common tendencies to slide into all-or-nothing in the aftermath of these terrible traumatic events?

In the aftermath, writing about gratitude and mindfulness seems kind of callous, even frivolous. Or perhaps naive. But it is not.

Perhaps I can truly hear the small things that I, personally, can do to help shift the balance from fear and hatred to love.

Some of the sweetest times I've had with another person are those in which we simply sit near each other, without the need to speak.

What really caught my attention was a photo of a wolf. Especially the eyes. Intense. Deep. Totally present. Totally alive.

Two poems about loss & hope--one from a grand river, and one from a small creek in the wilderness.

A reprise of the mini anti-anxiety toolkit (plus one) with the quickest, simplest anti-anxiety tools.

He touched the lives of millions around the world, faithfully scattering seeds of peace, compassion, mindfulness, non-violence, humor & joy.

What a strange and sometimes very difficult thing it is to be a human being. And perhaps no period is more difficult than the time of grief

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...

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

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?

They flowed with strength and steady pace through the heart of the village and together, they rolled on towards the Sea…