What if this love, this Eros could be the underpinning rather than the undoing, the place we rest and find our way to peace versus another point of pressure of pain, of suffering? what if this love, this Eros is the very key to unlock our freedom, our selves. What then? how high could we […]


  You don’t have to be all better (or even much improved)   The scars you carry tell your story (they help us to know you)   They remind you of who you are where you’ve been (all you have encountered)   Let me ask you a question one you (may not have heard before) […]


  Every year everything I have ever learned in my lifetime leads back to this: the fires and the black river of loss whose other side is salvation, whose meaning none of us will ever know. To live in this world you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to […]


    You own everything that happened to you.   Tell your stories.   If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better. ~ Anne Lamott   If you have (or had) a mother who loves you and who you are able to love, I hope you’ll celebrate (or remember) her […]


      When you come to the place between. When you have left what you held most dear. When you are traveling toward the life you know not. When you arrive at the hardest ground. May it become for you a place to rest. May it become for you a place to dream. May […]


    To have the whole air! The light, the full sun Coming down on the flower heads, The tendrils turning slowly, A slow snail-lifting, liquescent; To be by the rose Rising slowly out of its bed, Still as a child in its first loneliness; To see cyclamen veins become clearer in the early sunlight, […]


  May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your rivers flow without end, meandering through pastoral valleys tinkling with bells, past temples and castles and poets’ towers into a dark primeval forest where tigers belch and monkeys howl, Through miasmal and mysterious swamps and down into a […]


    This is my body, mine.   I wear this gift, this body, mine.   The valleys, the curves, the hills. The pale, the dark, the in between. Perhaps especially that, the in between.   I accept this gift, my body, mine.   It is not yours to define, control, reshape. And you will never own […]


    …Word traced in water of lakes, and light on water, Light on still water, moving water, waterfall And water colors of cloud, of dew, of spectral rain,   Word inscribed on stone, mountain range upon range of stone, Word that is fire of the sun and fire within Order of atoms, crystalline symmetry, […]


             Above all, trust in the slow work of God. We are, quite naturally, impatient in everything To reach the end without delay. We should like to skip the intermediate stages. We are impatient of being on the way To something unknown, Something new,  And yet it is the law […]