Living in a grass-is-greener, anywhere-but-here, mode can particularly unsatisfying.

I want to tell you a story about my dad's final gift to me...

Inspiration from those who have who have gone before us, and survived some extremely difficult times.

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…

It's too easy to get caught up in the negativity and anger that surrounds us these days. So today I share images of things fair and simple.

It gives me a sense of how vast I am in some ways, and how a ridiculously tiny at the same time.

I have enjoyed using the somewhat cutesy (but memorable) phrase, "an attitude of gratitude." And what did I realize today?

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

An infinite, cosmic web of interconnection, where every juncture of the threads is a jewel.

The best gifts, by far, are those in which both giver and receiver have great joy.

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

The tides of life and creative energy thrive in these liminal spaces, whether they are in the world, our hearts, or our relationships.

But, oh! it was lovely Monday morning. The stillness. The simplicity. The muffled slowing down of the world.

Another song--it could be a modern psalm to the mysterious, the unfathomable, the achingly beautiful unknown. Tender beyond hope.

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...

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

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...

Lawrence and I share a trait that has always been a gift to us, but has proven to be especially helpful during the pandemic--we are both…

No one could discern the roots of that terror. It was strangely elusive, perhaps from a time or place where there were no words.