Mother’s day
Our relationships with our mothers is more complicated than the holiday suggests.
Our relationships with our mothers is more complicated than the holiday suggests.
Don’t underestimate the necessity for comforting yourself in these troubled times.
It takes a constant effort to keep trying something, even when it doesn’t always work out.
It’s a good time for an appraisal of what what matters and why.
You are a sentry of love.
The art of story telling.
It’s the same field, the same earth, the same grass, the same color no matter which side of the fence you’re on.
Practice seeing with your heart instead of with your eyes.
Making the invisible visible.
Rhythm and structure are all well and good but sometimes you just have to cut loose.
Finding our way home.
How to turn lead into gold.
Remembering my father on what would have been his 101st birthday.
How can we stop our craving for more?
Don’t limit the possibilities to what you already think you know about yourself.
It’s human nature to try to make sense of things–what happens when we can’t?
People who have died communicate with us differently than we do when we speak in our native country’s language.
Beauty strengthens, vivifies, lifts our spirit.
What happens when we let ourselves remember how we used to feel and who we really are?
Giving our complete attention to one thing at a time can be tremendously freeing.
What is your morning ritual and how does it sustain you through your day?
You are the adventure itself, not its passer-by.