While there is still time

  Don’t Hesitate If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroy...

Anne Lamott wrote this in June 2018, but so relevant to the present! "The world can feel like an alcoholic father sitting in the living...

 Amazing facts shared by my farmer friend Madhu Reddy , from an article in Down to Earth :  "The Baiga are an ethnic group found in ce...

Am I walking a little ahead of you  so that no snake will bite your sandalled foot?  John Berger Page 44, 'And our Faces, My Heart, Brie...

Over And Over Tune   You could grow into it, that sense of living like a dog, loyal to being on your own in the fur of your skin, able to ex...

Choose joy. Choose it like a child chooses the shoe to put on the right foot, the crayon to paint a sky.  Choose it at first consciously, ef...

I’m not saying we shouldn’t be angry. Anger seems reasonable. But perhaps we will do what I’ve heard the Inuit do— spend the emotion on walk...

Yes It could happen any time, tornado, earthquake, Armageddon. It could happen. Or sunshine, love, salvation. It could, you know. ...

If I were a cinnamon peeler I would ride your bed and leave the yellow bark dust on your pillow. Your breasts and shoulders would reek y...

We thought we were beggars, we thought we had nothing at all But then when we started to lose one thing after another, Each da...

"Years ago, anthropologist Margaret Mead was asked by a student what she considered to be the first sign of civilization in a culture....

"You probably believe that when somebody tries to tell you something about yourself that is a little ticklish and a little uncomfortab...

Though It Is Tough to Choose It This is the path of failure. We see that our definition of success is what is not working. What is wor...

Of Strangers And so it is that kindness stays with me, the way the woman in the store smiles at me when she can tell I might start to ...

On the Winter Solstice ...On this longest night, it’s so clear— the truest reason to write at all is to fall ...

The Virtue of Discomfort In the beginning of a relationship, she said, both people were happy to be a little uncomfortable. It was a volu...

“In my youth I believed in somewhere else I put faith in travel now I am becoming my own tree.”  W. S Merwi...

"The great Katsushika Hokusai was an artist, a Japanese one but ironically least like a typical Japanese artist. ...

For some strange reason, this felt like a  chant, a litany. I read it many times. The smell and feel of all those earthy things, and the lo...

Walking Through the Prehistoric Journey Exhibit And again I recall how small we are, how ninety nine percent of all species that have e...