I didn't go quite as far, brave quite the storm--or cold--that I thought I could. Or should. But I did...

So I started musing...wow, what if the universe is giving birth to itself? What if God is giving birth to the universe?

Quotations, in a sense, are stories in miniature. Here are a few of my current favorites.

So I find myself saying, what do I have to add that could possibly address any aspect of this heartbreak?

Forgiving ourselves, we learn to forgive others. Allowing our own foibles we are, hopefully, more able to accept imperfection in others.

So I've given you a peak into our relationship--sweet, struggling, satisfying, imperfect, and a great gift.

My idea here is simply to share the things I think have helped us still be an "us"after all these years.

Perhaps I am naive, but my idea of a leader is someone who inspires you to be your best self, not one who bullies. Not an enemy-maker.

Today in my quiet time I found myself wondering about God's heartbeat. Maybe it was my breathing that started this line of thought...

Seeds have such a delightful, concentrated potential. In winter, gardeners build their dreams from seeds...

Surrender to the magic of a poem. Be open to the small animals of meaning that wander through. Let the poems in your life run & slide...

Today I want to share two poems that continue to touch me. Perhaps you can rest in the tenderness and freedom they offer?

The good news is that your child is there before you, and your arms are available: Hugging is possible.

He just stood there looking at me--quizzically, almost gravely. Then, in his endearing three year old accent, he dropped a little bomb.

When I was twelve years old I met an extraordinary man. He didn't look very extraordinary. Dressed in monks' robes, he had a shy smile...

No single step, no single shift, no single action, no single prayer, no single person will bring about the change we want to see.

Compassion leads to a life of power *with* others. Judgment leads to a hunger for power *over* others.

"You should also have days when you allow what is already in you to swell up inside of you until it touches everything..."

Courage does not always shout. Hope does not always flare. Sometimes it is a small brown mouse who sneaks out...