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.

"He was the most charming man I’ve known, and he got that side of himself into his writing."

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.

In the artist's journey these inner fears often *are* the Threshold Guardians: I'm not a good enough. This is stupid. Nobody will like it.

Puddle-wonderful: the unbuttoned delight--and the wistfulness--of early spring, in two poems and some photos.

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.

Two poems about loss & hope--one from a grand river, and one from a small creek in the wilderness.

A reprise of the mini anti-anxiety toolkit (plus one) with the quickest, simplest anti-anxiety tools.

There are lots of things to be afraid of as a writer--being exposed, ignored, ridiculed. But there’s also elation, even wonder, as I write.

He touched the lives of millions around the world, faithfully scattering seeds of peace, compassion, mindfulness, non-violence, humor & joy.

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?

What a strange and sometimes very difficult thing it is to be a human being. And perhaps no period is more difficult than the time of grief

In this "bleak midwinter" I am worried, feeling the cold, the loss of light and other losses, so I wanted to share a few holiday gifts.

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.

I never thought it would happen to me. I know that's trite but there was some secret part of my mind that never believed I would get old.

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.

When others are grateful toward you for what you have done, it makes you want to do more for them. This has the same effect on...