Everyone is on their own life journey. I am not the cause of this person’s suffering, nor is it entirely within my power to make it go...

On the day when the weight deadens on your shoulders and you stumble, may the clay dance to balance you. And when your eyes freeze behind...

Your grief for what you’ve lost lifts a mirror up to where you are bravely working. Expecting the worst, you look, and instead, here’s...

Stand Still by David Wagoner The trees before you and the bushes beside you are not lost. Wherever you are is a place called Here, And...

Do you have the patience to wait Until your mud settles and the water is clear? Can you remain unmoving Until the right action arises by...

This is a poem about perfectionism. Grows in proportion to my reaction to it. Looms in size, threatening to consume my fingers and my...

Perfectionism is just fear in high heels and a mink coat trying to be fancy. - Elizabeth Gilbert

When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,...

I will not die an unlived life I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire. I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to...

“and i said to my body. softly. ‘i want to be your friend.’ it took a long breath. and replied ‘i have been waiting my whole life for...

When people say "Let it go," what they really mean is "Get over it," and that's not a helpful thing to say. It's not a matter of letting...

Just for now, Without asking how, Let yourself sink into stillness. Just for now, lay down the weight You so patiently bear upon your...

I was the type of person, That held onto things too tight, Unable to release my grip, When it no longer felt right, And although it gave...

The cosmos is filled with precious gems. I want to offer a handful of them to you this morning. Each moment you are alive is a gem,...

There is a brokenness out of which comes the unbroken, a shatteredness out of which blooms the unshatterable. There is a sorrow beyond...

Earth, teach me quiet — as the grasses are still with new light. Earth, teach me suffering — as old stories suffer with memory Earth ,...

It is a kind of love, is it not? How the cup holds the tea, How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare, How the floor receives the...

Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religion or cultural system. I am not from the East or the...

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let...

Admit something: Everyone you see, you say to them, “Love me.” Of course you do not do this out loud; otherwise, someone would call the...