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.

Sometimes I slow down enough to tune into a tree, enough--perhaps--to hear the trailing notes of an ancient song.

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.

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

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?

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.

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.

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

Over the past week I stumbled across three short pieces of writing in different places. And noticed a few things that made me ponder...

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

It was like taking a journey together, like discovering a new planet just for us, yet feeling safe and cozy, as if we were in a nest.

I like quotations--they can be a bit like tiny stories, complete with a conflict or problem and some sort of resolution. And they're short!

I'll never forget the train ride home after Christmas that year, as every clack of the wheels pulled me further & further away from her.

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.

"If stories come to you, care for them....learn to give them away where they are needed. Sometimes a person needs a story more than food."