Think millefiori meets interplanetary/biologist/geologist/exquisitely talented glass artist!

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

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

From this perspective, to be a beginner is a gift. And what a wonderful way to approach the world, other people and our own psyches.

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.

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.

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?

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

Never really listened to the words for any Grateful Dead songs. True statement. Never listened to or looked at the words, fool that I was.

I laughed out loud, in surprise and delight. "You are so right, Jesse!" I said.

On the backside of that hill the incessant noise of traffic and construction was buffered out…so we could drink in the silence as well.

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.

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.

People reported an increased sense of well-being & happiness when experiencing beauty. So, here are some photos I think are beautiful.

The power, the sweat, the struggle, the elemental, primordial nature of birth. The incredible joy of new life when it is complete.

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.

"And when I dreamed my dream I awoke and came swiftly....I heard the stars singing as I came and felt warm wings about me..."

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