Thinking Feeling Knowing Action

This morning’s meditation began without a destination. I followed the breath. Coming in. A pause. Going out. Resting. Then beginning … More

I Am My Own Echo

A cloud gives up its moisture as rain so plants can grow. An apple tree gives up its apples so … More

I imagine I am meditating in a small, circular room. The walls feel close. The air feels tight. I am … More

Years ago, I worked in a greeting card store. It sold everything: cards, candy, ice cream, cigarettes, toys, books—probably more … More

Once, in a time outside time, I dreamed I was awake. Not the kind of waking with birdsong or sunlight—no. … More

Imagine a horizontal infinity symbol—on one side, mind; on the other, body. Thoughts and sensations teeter like a seesaw, reacting … More

The mystery of life is like an ambulance quietly parked on the sideline of existence. It doesn’t rush in. It’s … More

Riding the Flow I sit, and the stories begin to stream through me. Each one, its own current—news, weather, memories, … More

I’ve always been drawn to the shoreline—that shifting line where the sand meets the sea. It looks solid at a … More

I’ve been thinking about the waves, and how they show up—always coming, always meeting the shore. The waves are like … More