Recently, I read a short piece about a woman who performed a wing transplant on a living monarch butterfly in…

I’ve been noticing (again) how deeply uncomfortable I am with empty space. This week, I’ve been vexed by empty space…

Okay, so, I’m not real sporty. But I got thinking about how a strike in bowling means knocking all the…

It was really special to have my sister and niece visit me in Albuquerque this past week. My niece, Mary,…

A number of weeks ago, I responded to a call from someone who was interested in Bosque Center for Spiritual…

Recently, I learned the Spanish word for “engaged” — comprometido. One of the things I like about studying another language…

This week, I spent a lot of time scouring collections of poetry and pouring through my usual go-to books for…

I’ve done lots of forgiveness work over the years, in classes and workshops and therapeutic settings. Guided meditations, visualized conversations…

Travis coined the term “ANGSTICIPATION” last week. It’s a good new word. I put it on my cork board. And…

“When you hit a wrong note, it’s the next note that makes it good or bad.” Miles Davis I spend…

As many times as I’ve heard and sung Morning Has Broken, by Cat Stevens/Yusuf Islam, I’ve always been a little…

I put myself through the wringer last week. It was totally my choice; I’m not complaining. But, man oh man,…