Morning Meditation and Mandala: Finding A Word to Hold Onto
Yesterday, I woke without a schedule or agenda. . . I decided to sink deeper into that momentary serenity, something that seems harder . . .
Acknowledging The Longest Night
(paperwhite narcissus, white pine needles) It seems appropriate that I drove back from a week in Pennsylvania, my father's funeral, and...
Meditating With Nature... Finding A Path With The Collective Breath
When I breathe…
I breathe the breath of a thousand oaks
I breathe the breath of a thousand bumble bees
I breathe the breath of a thousand
