In All Directions (A Mother’s Day Story)

In All Directions (A Mother’s Day Story)

Seven years ago on Mother’s Day eve, when my kids were ten and six years old, I decided to sit in ceremony with a dear medicine woman sister. It was just the two of us. In my fantasy, it would be a sweet, nurturing Mother’s Day gift to myself, a chance to open my...
Easter Eagle’s Vision: Loving What’s Here

Easter Eagle’s Vision: Loving What’s Here

Last night I shared one of those dinners with my wild, disheveled teen offspring that set my heart in its rightful place. There was nothing special or extraordinary about it. We hadn’t even planned on sharing dinner together. In my kids’ busy schedules these days, we...
Meeting You

Meeting You

Meeting you today in the tenderness that comes with being alive. The sheer tenderness of relational existence; of being human in relationship with other human beings. The honest tenderness of being inseparable from the pulse that fuels both war and peace. Meeting you...
Turning Towards It

Turning Towards It

It’s amazing how much Silence can take care of, if only we give it the chance. By the end of the day yesterday, I was aware of a low-grade agitation in my system. I could feel it as I walked the dogs in the early spring warm night air. Subtle, this sense of unease....
In Honor of Equinox, in Praise of Equanimity

In Honor of Equinox, in Praise of Equanimity

Life is dynamic and ever-changing. Our humanness, in all its flux and fury, is part of the holy mess we get to reckon with. And stillness, at the neutral midpoint, is the ever-present refuge from the storm. I like seeing the Equinox as the time of year that celebrates...