While there is still time

Gratitude is not a passive response to something we have been given, gratitude arises from paying attention , from being awake i...

Gratitude is not a passive response to something we have been given, gratitude arises from paying attention, from being awake in the presen...

Pain is the doorway to the here and now. Physical or emotional pain is an ultimate form of ground, saying, to each of us, in effect, there ...

"Speed in work has compensations. Speed gets noticed. Speed is praised by others. Speed is self-important. Speed absolves us. Speed me...

Longing In our longing is the foundational human instinct that we are essentially here to risk ourselves in the world: that we are a form o...

Tilicho Lake In this high place it is as simple as this, leave everything you know behind. Step toward the cold surface, say the old prayer...

"Courage is the measure of our heartfelt participation with life, with another, with a community, a work, a future. To be courageous, ...

Sometimes David Whyte Sometimes if you move carefully through the forest breathing like the ones in the old stories who could cross a shimm...

That day I saw beneath dark clouds The passing light over the water And I heard the voice of the world speak out I knew then as I have befo...

Let the apple ripen on the branch beyond your need to take it down. Let the coolness of autumn and the breathing, blowing wind tes...

The Lightest Touch Good poetry begins with the lightest touch, a breeze arriving from nowhere, a whispered healing arrival, a word in...

In that first hardly noticed moment in which you wake, coming back to this life from the other more secret, moveable and frighteningly ho...

The Opening of Eyes That day I saw beneath dark clouds the passing light over the water and I heard the voice of the world speak out, ...

So I spent years reading philosophy. And somewhere along the way, I gave up the Search for the Self and slipped into the Search for Beauty....

Sweet Darkness ...Time to go into the dark where the night has eyes to recognise its own. There you can be sure ... you are not beyon...