Spooneristic poems about Runny Babbit by Shel SIlverstein plus a different poem: Slip on through the fountain in the moonlit air...

Attributed to William Spooner, who sometimes mixed up letters and words with interesting results: "it is kisstomary to cuss the bride."

Coupled with the beauty & incredible age of those mountains, the silence offered us a way to slip into a different sense of timelessness.

There is a lighter side to Le Guin, however, which she shared in her lovely four-book Catwing series for children.

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.

Loosen, fingers, loosen your death grip on this very day. Open to the atmosphere of open, drink in large draughts of clear.

After all these years I'm still amazed when those minuscule seeds grow into plants hundreds of times bigger than their infant selves.

All that I hoped to say in books, all that I ever hoped to say, is that I love the world. E. B. White

Puddle-wonderful: the unbuttoned delight--and the wistfulness--of early spring, in two poems and some photos.

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.

Is there anywhere God isn't? Does God grow? Does God have an edge? Are we, somehow, God's growing edge, or part of it? God’s hands?

Three parts to this post: COVID Info & Resources, Good News about COVID, and Fun Ways to Distract Yourself from Bad News. Read any or all!

In this "bleak midwinter" I am worried, feeling the cold, the loss of light and other losses, so I wanted to share a few holiday gifts.

I came across an interesting little article the other day that claimed you could make a big difference in your life by changing one word…

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...

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

The "sweet" in this bittersweet experience is made more heartbreakingly beautiful because we know it won't last.

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

If I allow my mind to still, if I let go of my need to control, sometimes I ease into a quiet state where time does not hold me captive.