Happiness is not a bar chart So much happiness for this day This much on another My happiness compared to your happiness Or Some universal standard to meet Happiness is…
Blossoms fall that fruit may ripen Loveliness gives way for something more substantial that too will fall or fade or flow through some dark passage into winter Each bud a…
Today is Maundy Thursday, a holy day (along with Yom Kippur) that moves me and feels particularly important. This was the day Jesus made the decision to practice what he…
I’ve heard professional photographers talk about the shots they’ve taken. The why, the how, the when of a particular picture. I’m not sure I’ve ever heard one speak of the…
I am the sea moving A restless rhythm Headed somewhere unknown Some shore I’ve never visited awaits And whether I’m ready or not I move I dance I shimmer toward…
I believe we humans are actually spirit and don’t require bodies to exist. Yet, here we are in physical form, ensconced in flesh. There must be a reason, something to…
…does actually boil. I know because I watched mine this morning. The old adage is not about temperature or water or pots, but you knew that already. The old adage…
Traveling with my friend this summer brought up an interesting question—how do I feel about being lost? I get anxious when I’m with another person. Especially if I’m with another…
Get into a comfortable position. Breathe in. Breathe out. Slower. Deeper. Softer. Be gentle with yourself. Breathe into the spaces that are tight, controlled, holding. Breathe in to your belly,…
People are different from each other. This is both obvious and simple while at the same time complex and difficult. We process information and experiences differently based on a whole…
NOTE: This was written for a women’s gathering. Feel free to adapt it for mixed groups or men only. Get in a comfortable position with both feet on the floor…
There are probably as many reasons to travel as there are people who travel. I have a whole list of things I love about it. Art and architecture, culture and…
Day one of extended writing and all I can think of is whether my ass shows through my leggings too much. I’m wearing one of those impulse buys—a rayon shirt…
In October 2008, I went on a vision quest. I spent four days in a local provincial park fasting and meditating. I was completely alone and kept silent for three…
This morning I awoke to my husband’s honking iPhone alarm. Barry continued to sleep as I jumped up to check whether our son was texting for an early morning ride home…
Families, especially large families, tend to have legends, lore and stories about their histories. This is one of those stories. Until I was four, I lived in a very small…
An article in the New York Times today seems to have finally settled a debate in our house—whether clothes are important to how we feel and behave. If you see…
In the late 1950s, I loved going with my older brother Warren to the barbershop. It was an old-fashioned place, large, dark, and manly, three hydraulic chairs in front of…
At Davis Bay on a beautiful end-of-summer morning, I sit watching fishermen in waders. Up to their waists in water, they cast their lines into the Strait of Georgia angling…