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

When a blue whale dives deep their heart slows way, way down: it is a whole......different......mode......of......being.

Here's a current favorite song--poignant, full of hope, with flowing rhymes and a simple, powerful message.

Three poems: two are about journeys, all three about the convolutions of hope.

...the ocean of longing shifts through me, the blessed inner star of navigation moves in the dark sky above...

It has been a day when the memory of a poem--a simple poem, almost a prayer-- elicits gratitude.

We are suspended between source and resource, comfort and glory...

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

Words can fly like birds but when you try to catch them, they slither around like fish. Poems by Mary Oliver, David Whyte and a novice poet

And when it's all done, it feels like such a miracle, like birthing a child. It's so hard to believe I had a major part in creating it.

My 1st song in 30 years rises behind my eyes, begging to come out. I'm trying to sing the stars, thirsting to sing the stars.

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

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

This is a bit odd, I thought...Of course, you can pick my experience to pieces logically if you want to. I'm choosing to take it as a gift.

The boy is nervous about wild animals that might be stalking around outside. Yet when he hears scratching at the door, he opens it, a bit.

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

There are lots of things to be afraid of as a writer--being exposed, ignored, ridiculed. But there’s also elation, even wonder, as I write.

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