Middle Age as our Teacher
Somewhere along the path of sociological history we have conceptualized the idea of middle age. I used to think it was old; as if middle age were the end of something that I would never want to end… youth, … Continued
Not Knowing
Oh how we all would like to know. Everything. We want to know how it will all turn out, what the weather will be like for our family picnic, will our child get well, where will I live, or what … Continued
Contentment
Contentment is challenging to describe and often difficult to experience. This sense of well being, of needing nothing else at this moment seems to be something we all long for, but often have trouble finding. Content, the base word, … Continued
Sandhill Cranes
Today I was reminded of the rusty bugle call of the Sandhill Crane as it methodically returned north in its spring migration. That unique raspy call has been heard on this earth for thousands of years, long before my language … Continued
Dreaming of Trees
The tree seems to grow on its own in the woods, on the plains, by the bayou, leaning over the bank of the river, or illogically pushing up through the granite rocks. Yet, there is a complex support system in … Continued
Yin and Yang
The practice of mindfulness and meditation often illuminates the peace that is available when we find balance in our lives between the seeking and the letting go, the push and the pull, the light and the shadow, the moon and … Continued
Compassion
Compassion There is much written about compassion, and yet, thinkers, philosophers, theologians, researchers and scientists continue to wonder about this spectacular noun/verb. After searching the web for a definition for which I only found it referenced as a noun, I … Continued
Considering the Butterfly
The often used metaphor of the beautiful butterfly emerging from the uninteresting and rather plain cocoon has never ceased to inspire me, no matter how often I have considered it. Not long ago I watched a PBS special on the … Continued
Your Freedom Story
At the very beginning we put on our soft deer hide moccasins. Maybe it is at birth. Maybe it is before we are born. They are soft and fit perfectly on our perfect selves; our lovable and worthy selves. And … Continued