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.

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...

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

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

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.

Sometimes they fall on us--that's always fun--but they rarely land exactly where we think they will.

His prose is delightful, incorporating a sing-song repetition, rooted in the rhythms--and surprises--of nature and time.

But the adventurous part took over. So I headed outside before I even read the article...

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.

There was a whir of wings, a little flash of grey and white, and a tiny bird landed on the outer edge of the deck. We held our breaths.

After all these years I'm still amazed when those minuscule seeds grow into plants hundreds of times bigger than their infant selves.

There are deer, birds, foxes, wildflowers and more. But you have to look. Lawrence looks with eyes that see things others tend to pass by.

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.

What really caught my attention was a photo of a wolf. Especially the eyes. Intense. Deep. Totally present. Totally alive.

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

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.