he brings them home from the school playground a coastal town we are and the school is not seaside but these shells managed their way to...

First Grade I remember taking the school bus on that first day. It was an exciting feeling as I boarded the school bus with my brothers...

the meditation is over time has stretched, and tumbled like tumbleweed and skated in and around and through this group sitting still...

is there barbed wire in your life? is their the presence of sharp words wounding actions painful encounters?.. yes, life can present the...

moonbeams rich in velvet vitamins soothing touch to skin to marrow in its milky opalescence getting out of the car this evening I hold my...

(Written a few years back) everyone needs a soft place to land and as we head in this downward fashion toward that which embraces and...

it is here no need to look further in the sleeping baby in the tree that does not asks for respite from wind unceasing sunlight...

I was tired this morning yearning for the quiet of a few still moments on my couch in mid-morning splendour my sixteen-month old plays...

Many years ago, when I was living in an ashram (monastery) - an extremely fortunate and auspicious destiny - it was the occasion of my...

put curved lines where right angles exist smudge the lines of this world with exquisite wholeness allow the vast immediate to intermingle...

deep in the furrow of my bed my child-self longed to stay in its warm haven but the voice calling up from the bottom of the stairs would...

ebb and flow events in a given day chapters like files in a cabinet from dawn to dusk and toward evening we feel that slow-down surrender...

I spoke to a woman yesterday who expressed her fierce commitment to eroding patriarchy, to eroding male dominance. I am aware of...

the stars above glitter and glance and, driving to my house, I begin to intuit perhaps there is a star for each of us a place we can...

the day’s agenda floating to the back seat two year old listening 8am and all is possible six year old is safely ensconced at his school...

I work as a substitute teacher and it occurred to me recently to write about my adventures in this employment that can sometimes resemble...

as we move through this world as we negotiate our days and our nights can we put down the armament of postural defense can we cease this...

Florida, 2016 She always knew she was a writer. Ever since she was little, she was inexplicably drawn to the written word, the swerve and...

windows open cool breezes are allowed entry neighborhood garden endeavors audible as various machines mow and sculpt mantra playing and...

filigree shadow and light on the wall across the white bookshelf against the pale blue semi-transparent shower curtain the setting sun...