Your One Wild and Precious Life

Watch out, I’m in a “waxing philosophical” mood today . . . poet Mary Oliver does that for me. Have you ever driven somewhere, arrived safely, turned off the car and then realized you sorta don’t remember how you got there?  It’s usually the short trip: meeting a friend for lunch, running out to grab…

Sometimes…It Just Rains

I went on vacation and so this happened . . . I had been reading, was just headed to nap-time, I guess the book wasn’t that good, and the fire alarms all over the building started alarming.  The sound was not subtle and I think may have deafened folks living in outer-Slobovia.  I ran outside…

A Bit of Rest of Heart, Mind, and Spirit

There are simply times when all that will do is a particular song, sung by a particular person or group, in a particular context that comforts, celebrates, or just reaches beyond words into the heart and soul in a way that, if only for a moment, offers whatever strength, hope, and promise that is needed….

Perhaps we’re more alike than we like to admit…

I don’t have a daughter but my mom does.  In fact she has two, and those two are as different as night and day from the outside.  Maybe from the inside they are a bit more alike than either one of them wants to admit. One of them is a bit stubborn.  If you ask…