Plum Blossoms in Sepia I remember looking at the…

filled with promise
plum branches
rest in autumn darkness
filled with promise
plum branches
rest in autumn darkness
I am holding my heart very tenderly while the shadow and light dance all around it. I turn 40 in a couple of weeks, I’m in the middle of a divorce and I’m still working to get my career squarely off the ground while wading through all of this transition. A little over a year…
It is my belief that play brings miracles. I have been in a bit of a dark place and have needed to lighten up a bit. I know I need to tickle, laugh, play, dance, frolic….all of it. Just now I opened my Hafiz book, “The Gift”, translated by Daniel Ladinsky to this wonderful, affirming…
Held in Compassion I just stepped on this bee. I said, “F-ing thing! Get off me!”, and kicked it away. As the pain faded away, I watched the poor bee convulsing as it died. I’m still alive. It is dying. Yes, I am the one who stepped on it. It was no one’s fault. It…
In the past 24 hours, my perception of the digital age has shifted dramatically. Perhaps it’s been coming for many years (possibly since my heart was broken via the internet but that’s a story for a different day) or perhaps I just got a quantum leap kick in the ass. What I do know that…
One of my favorite children’s books is “Scarecrow” by Cynthia Rylant which speaks of the peace of the scarecrow’s life in poetic prose. The story is an allegory for the impermanence of human existence. Every time I read it to my children, I am struck by these lines: “He knows he isn’t real. A scarecrow…