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.

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

Inspiration from those who have who have gone before us, and survived some extremely difficult times.

Ease from “footies!” Plus life as a patient has deeply informed a physician’s practice. She has distilled this wisdom….

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.

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

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

"Consider daily sitting practice to be a kind of spiritual food." That's a lovely thought. I like food. But what happens when I get hungry?

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

I laughed out loud. And there it was, my opportunity for shared humor--and shared humanity.

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.

The best gifts, by far, are those in which both giver and receiver have great joy.

The sound & fury of electronic foul-ups & poor service. A Hero arrives to save the day. Then peace...like after a train roars by.

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.

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.

The tides of life and creative energy thrive in these liminal spaces, whether they are in the world, our hearts, or our relationships.

All that I hoped to say in books, all that I ever hoped to say, is that I love the world. E. B. White