As we move through fall and towards the holiday season with the pandemic still woven into our daily experience, we could all use a booster shot of resilience. Am I right?That's why I'm so...

As we move through fall and towards the holiday season with the pandemic still woven into our daily experience, we could all use a booster shot of resilience. Am I right?That's why I'm so...
For the second year in a row, the pandemic interfered with my annual ritual of attending a formal silent retreat at a residential meditation center. Last year my substitute was holing up...
There is always blue sky above the clouds. Four weeks have passed since we returned from Iceland. Many of you have been asking for photos. To be honest, I'm still processing the...
EMPOWERED Visiting the lotus ponds at Kenilworth Park and Aquatic Gardens in Washington, DC, has become an annual pilgrimage for me. My hilly suburban plot in northern Virginia doesn't...
In Hindu, an Upaguru is a teacher that is next to you at any given moment. This is not limited to a person.~ Mark Nepo, Seven Thousand Ways to Listen The Brood X periodical cicadas have...
Earlier this week I took a road trip to Longwood Gardens with my new photography mentor, Emily Carter Mitchell. Like any good teacher, Emily has been helping me lean into new ways of...
Listening, listening, listening. What do You want me to hear? Bird song? Mower at work at 7:42 am on a Saturday? My chest constricting with the story of that? The fan over the eggs boiling...
Out of such transparency of the human heart, things of value are created and we are created. Such openness requires two ongoing devotions: the risk to be, to slow to the pace of creation,...
This will be short and sweet. I just wanted to send you a shot of color that my cold and muddy garden gifted me yesterday. Today it's once again rainy, grey, and bone-chilling outside here...
Note: I revised this piece to provide a little more context to the graph below. The timing of this post -- landing on Valentine's (or Galentine's) Day -- may feel a little weird. It's not...
The thrill of life is not about who we are but about who we are in the process of becoming. Similarly, the magic of our brain lies not in its constituent elements but in the way those...
A ginko was the first tree to grow back after the bombing of Hiroshima. That's resilience! Happy New Year! I don't know about you, but I woke up this morning feeling just a little bit...