The Guest House by Jalaluddin Rumi (Translated by Coleman Barks) This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if...
I am currently listening to the Elizabeth Gilbert’s “Big Magic”, read by the author herself. I am enjoying it and being inspired by it, pretty much in equal measure. I just finished a section where she invites me (yes, it really does feel like she is talking...
Today on my morning walk I was listening to Dan Fogelberg’s music. I was thinking about how long I have been listening to that voice and those songs, and I was pondering how much his music has meant to me over a whole lot of years. And then I remembered that he...
Sometimes when I look up into the night sky I watch the stars. Tonight I found myself noticing satellites. Quite of few of them soared overhead in the 30 minutes or so that I spent looking up – heading in all different directions. That got me reflecting on...
Yesterday I had the opportunity to participate in a powerful experience that reminded me of a time when I experienced resurrection. Within the Dances of Universal Peace community there is a practice which centers around singing and dancing the Lord’s Prayer...
Today is the sixteenth anniversary of the day my world turned upside down and all the color drained out. It began with a phone call from my daughter – “Come quick! Mom can’t breathe!” A mad dash to the hospital. A hellish scene filled with doctors, nurses,...
I am not you, & you are not me & thank God for that The profoundly miraculous & mysterious gift of this life Is that each of us are uniquely & wondrously who we are And in the midst of the swirling chaos & beauty of this...
There are people in my life who love me and care about me and value me – more of them than I might ever have imagined to be possible. And each of them in their own way is a remarkable gift. I am a different person, a better person, a person more fully myself,...
On this All Hallow’s Eve, when it is said that we are sometimes visited by the spirits of the departed, this photo popped up from twenty years ago. I find myself smiling at this reminder of my late wife and me dressed up in silly costumes on our way to a Halloween...
the waning moon shines peeking through the morning clouds savor each moment I’ve been pondering the ephemeral nature of life and the ways in which that quality also makes life ineffable. When I pay attention to each fleeting moment my life is shaped by awe and...