In the last decade or two, much has been written about the practice of meditation. Medical science embraces the wisdom that meditation...

Cattails That long shrill, trill of joy, red-winged blackbirds perched on copper cattails Once you mailed me cattails in a long brown...

This silver gong with India’s map before her freedom. Calcutta, you were there Kali's city, With her swords and skulls, And death and...

I open my meditation workshops with a quote from Kim McMillan’s inspirational little book, When I Loved Myself Enough. The quote is...

The war in Ukraine has entered my heart and mind in a way that I have not been touched in a long time. Images of destruction, children...

Just after the sun rises over the Caballo Mountains And the lake begins to shimmer azure and indigo I hear the shrill sweet trill of...

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to Bloom. ~Anais Nin Swami Rama, one of...

Nothing lasts forever. The mountain, sky, the endless breakers of the chameleon sea, ebbing, flowing, grim or glorious. Each breath is...

This is a giving season in many of our traditions, a time of bestowing gifts, a time of sharing. These holiday days (or holy days) are...

Sky Dancers The shrill, faint cry of sandhill cranes rolled east across the morning sky. Heading west, the bellies of arctic geese....

“…you know that we are so interwoven in the web of life that even our smallest acts have repercussions, that ripple through the whole...

Billow of drifting clouds Block the bright. Rain, one drop, and then another falls on my cheek. and over the West Mesa, a layer of clouds...