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 never thought it would happen to me. I know that's trite but there was some secret part of my mind that never believed I would get old.

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.

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...

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

Moving just a degree or two differently from where I am heading now might work.

Something has been pulling on me, calling me to simplify, ease down, clear space to make room for something...new? different? re-focused?

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

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.

Otherness is an odd--and cosmic--corollary to oneness. Otherness in a relationship can take many forms. There are big differences like...

This strange mirror, this odd form of grace, though uncomfortable, has on occasion helped me see myself a lot more clearly.

I focus on my breath. I get distracted. Oops. Okay. And again. So many times that I feel like one of those toys on a string...

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

An absurd fantasy--I mentally roll my eyes when I read it. Yet when I decided to write about mindfulness this week that essay came to mind.

When I looked at that piece of paper the next morning I saw the following: true gifts, humility, self-confidence, grandiosity. Ohhhh...

I'm sorry he is in such pain. It is not a fun place to be. But with great power comes great responsibility. And if that power is abused...

Could this silent darkness be one of winter's gifts? Asking us to bow like the grasses, acknowledging our own bare and basic shape?