Today like every other day we wake up empty and frightened. Don't open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument. Let the beauty we love be what we do There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground. (Rumi)
Today like every other day we wake up empty and frightened. Don't open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument. Let the beauty we love be what we do There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground. (Rumi)
"... and what came after that was fallowness - a season to rest and reset, to be replenished and renourished ... to hold space and emptiness and be still in the quiet of not being rushed." ******************************** Growing up in Iowa, I know that summer is the growing season. I see it all around me. […]
I invented this rule for myself to be applied to every decision I might have to make in the future. I would sort out all the arguments and see which belonged to fear and which to creativeness, and other things being equal, I would make the decision which had the larger number of creative reasons […]
As I sat on my porch this morning after the flurry of a few days of travel, this thought came to mind: "I am practicing living in the beautiful tension of life's imperfections." I am not great at this. My tendency, my temptation is to try to fix it all. It is hard for me […]
I want to give you a glimpse into my life. For those who know me this story will not surprise. For those who think you know me this story will help you know me better. I was shopping for groceries earlier this week. Just minding my business getting some produce on a steamy summer Monday […]
