A couple weeks ago, I was on the plane with my copy of Bowling Alone reading a prescient chapter about how the decline of American…
Variation on a Theme by Marianne Williamson
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our…
Poem: A God Offers the Choice of Three Paths
A poem about the paths of will, desire, and longing.
If You Dislike a Maxim, Make Your Own
After Gertrude Stein Do for yourself what you persistently do for others wishing they would do for you. Do for yourself what you persistently wish…
The Temple of Air
I envision a Temple of Air, nestled on the cliff side of a mountain. Great open portals face east, toward the rising sun, allowing that…
Something Beautiful is Happening Today
Awake. Tongue tracing crisp contours of air. Skin warmed, eye illumined, red and green cells fueled by the teacher of generosity, whose passion daily enters…
On Wisdom
This space has lain silent, though it continues to speak with the archives of posts. Blogging was useful to me as a discipline of creating…
Poem: This maddening itch in my heart is like–
This maddening itch in my heart is like– poison woven into tissue, sepsis radiating from the site where unspoken words putrefy in anger and hope,…
forgetting a home you’ve never known
The Spirit of Phinney Ridge Children you are alien upon me, travelers pausing, eating the flesh of other lands, drinking the water of other streams,…
Layers of Being Within the Moment
“I’ve got nothing to say.” This is a mental habit, an automatic thought that arises when it’s time to sit down to write. Another automatic…