a peaceful stillness    has taken up residence      in my heart old habits    and turbulent outbursts      can still be found         in the shadows occasionally    disrupting the calm but lately    they seem to be      losing their...
¿Cómo se come un elefante? ¡Un bocado a la vez! ¿Cómo se hace el Camino de Santiago? ¡Un respiro, un paso, una sorpresa, un pueblo, un albergue, un dÃa a la vez! ¡Y siempre con...
Day 10 Yesterday was a funky day in which I spent much of it feeling sad and crabby and a bit off. It ended in an alberge that was marginal at best, complete with a woman running the place who was even crabbier than I was feeling. That actually snapped me out of my...
I spent the morning walking this ancient landscape with nowhere to be but here and nothing to do but this feeling alive and at peace perhaps someday I’ll remember that simply being is enough ~ Roger Lynn ...
What if the point is that there is no point, except for this - this moment this breath do this feeling this beauty this joy this grief this laughter this tear this victory this defeat this delight this sadness this… What if the point, the whole reason for all of...
Every day, priests minutely examine the Law And endlessly chant complicated sutras. Before doing that, though, they should learn How to read the love letters sent by the wind and rain, the snow and moon. By Ikkyu (Ikkyu Sojun) (1394 - 1481) English version by Sonya...
to be Alive is to be surrounded by Mystery and immersed in Beauty in every Moment of every Day I can see it or not but either way it remains True so I choose to swim in a Sea of Stars and walk in the company of Awe and Wonder because Perspective shifts my...
Most mornings find me sitting in the hot tub looking at the stars just as the not-yet-risen sun is beginning to color the eastern horizon. Today a haiku showed up, and left me smiling (as such things often do). But then this particular haiku revealed itself to be...
Messenger by Mary Oliver My work is loving the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird- Equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums. Here the clam deep in the speckled sand. Are my boots old? Is my coat torn? Am I no longer...