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

"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...

"Her purring rose like a hymn to home above the noise of the Great Storm-Cat. Such music had not reached his ears since the dawn of time."

A lighthearted song...I hope it brightens up your day, bringing back some good memories--your own or maybe your kids' or grandkids'.

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

My first discovery of the use of dialog in journaling was back in the mid-1980s, not long after I moved to Charlottesville.

I let the pictures whisper, or call out, so they become like dream images, leaving more room for revelation, for mythic or mystical meaning.

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...

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?

"Looks like we just gave ZZ Top a shave & crewcut!" said Celia. We looked at the huge and tangled heaps of grape vines we'd just pruned off.

Anti-Anxiety Tool of the Week "I am alright right now." In this present moment, just as you are right now, are you okay? Reading this...

Anti-Anxiety Tool of the Week Gratitude: Noticing the Little Things. Neuroscientist Alex Korb, author of The Upward Spiral, notes that,...