I’m participating in Sharon Salzberg’s 28-Day Real Happiness Meditation Challenge again this year, and my plan for this blog series is to write a poem or reflection
My continuation of Sharon Astyk’s now-completed “Independence Days” project (June-Aug 2022), which offered a framework for recognising how we’re building resiliency, community, and accountability that will make our
Here is the U.S. and in many other temperate places around the globe we have four designated seasons — spring and fall, marked by equinoxes,
“It’s a funny thing about bogs. You can fill them with rocks and sand and old logs and make a little fenced-in yard on top
missing nothing It’s hard to say which is the landscape of loss, the autumn, when everything is fading and falling, withered yet striking golden poses while hurrying
shadow of spring In the first place, dates aren’t solid. One March 20 is not another March 20, though all are the vernal equinox somewhere.