All indications point a certain way. Or, things have looked a particular way. Then something shifts. It could be the natural progression...

The restless, unruly shape of life is the constant rototiller of our soil. The rototiller, the mechanized implement to turn earth over,...

Feeling good can sidle in, just as easily as the opposite. We wake up, we turn a corner, and for reasons unbeknownst to us, here it is....

It shows up as a tickle, or maybe a slight touch, an irritation, or a prod. It’s an inkling that soon, we may be moving - moving in a big...

Look down from above at what has blossomed and what has faded. The past simply fuels The NOW. The in-between times of having executed a...

There are waves, or layers, of awareness we can allow to penetrate our experience. Some of these we eschew, and some of these we choose...