Mindful living

  • Bearing the Fruits of Life

    I’ve been fast asleep to the truth of this phrase. Even though I’ve known the phrase since childhood, I’ve never connected the ways my own life has ‘grown fruit.’ It’s a phrase that has always remained slightly abstract, to me.… Continue reading

  • The Quiet And Still of It All

    He’s so present with his feathers. Sweet little bird. Sitting on a thin branch that reaches for the sky, not too far from the window, he preens as I sit here with a pillow on my lap, and my mac… Continue reading

  • Stars

    How beautiful, to discover the stars one precious night at a time. Continue reading

  • The Stories We Tell

    The stories we tell ourselves about what life is, does, means, will make our hearts or break our hearts. The choice, I suppose, is ours. Make, break or both, sometimes. If only the answer were simple. Then again… what is… Continue reading

  • Sleep

    Oh, weary soul. I barely see you behind those tired eyes. Let us rest, deeply, beautifully, with compassion for all life has given, harshly. It is a darling life. A life to be cherished with each breath of our aching… Continue reading

  • The Cookie

    We spend a great deal of our lives being afraid of the cookie, don’t we? Too much sugar, too much fat, too much cookie induced shame (note to self, and the world: shame causes more damage than the cookie.) If… Continue reading

  • The Consciousness of Plants

    The garden is abundant with Calla Lillies. There is something about them that I know, something that speaks to me through the softness and sway of their leaves and sweeping, cupped petal. Theirs is an energy much like the soft… Continue reading

  • All My Softness

    I am home when the beautiful song of my heart is at peace. There is nothing loud, here, nothing beyond the birds and the rippling pools of shadow on brick. I am just me, in all of my softness. Me,… Continue reading

  • Heaven On Earth

    My soul held the music, and we were one. There is no other way to describe it but that heaven exists on earth, and for several moments, I was there. There is a beautiful tender song from Aladdin, where Aladdin… Continue reading

  • The Orchard

    As I sit quietly, alone, with the birds as my friends, I watch the orchard sway with the breeze and I ask myself: Is it the orchard, alone, I see? Or has the orchard become the miraculous creation of the… Continue reading