A Horizon of Broken Stones

Some years ago, I spent two weeks at an Ayurvedic resort in the mountains near Pune, in Western India. The resort overlooked a clear blue lake, set like a jewel in a bowl of scrubby hills the color of deer-hide. The nearest town was a couple of hours drive away, along...

A Gift of Devas

Today, I celebrate my 62nd birthday. Six decades on this Earth, and I’m still learning: to be here more fully to love more freely to live more joyfully to share my gifts and blessings more abundantly to trust more deeply to surrender to the creative flow of the...

Closing the Circle

My 95-year-old aunt died last night, peacefully, in my sister’s home, where she had lived these past few years. She was my mother’s older sister, and the last remaining member of her generation of our family. She was also the mother that my own mother...
Live Your Own Story

Live Your Own Story

A couple of weeks before my son Jesse’s fourth birthday, he leaned over our kitchen table, crayon in hand, carefully writing his birthday wish-list in crooked block letters on a sheet of drawing paper. From time to time he’d stop, lay his head down on the table and...