To learn about the amazing power of prayer (no, th…

Plum Blossoms in Sepia I remember looking at the plum tree outside my window last fall at the tangle of moss-covered, leafless branches and marvelling that something that looked so dead would ever bear fruit again. I wrote this haiku to capture the moment: filled with promise plum branches rest in autumn darkness We all…

I recently ran across a blog post, written by a former lover, that was clearly (although not directly) referring to this post of mine about reclaiming our true self and learning to say yes to our creative selves. It made me smile because what he is referring to is exactly what I do every, single…

My daughter, Alexandra, being her beautiful, crazy self in front Post Alley’s “gum wall” in Seattle, WA. “Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo….

When the words stop And you can endure the silence That reveals your heart’s Pain Of emptiness Or that great wrenching-sweet longing, That is the time to try and listen To what the Beloved’s Eyes Most want To Say. ~Hafiz (as translated by Daniel Ladinsky in “The Gift”)