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,...

Stop and stand on your own patch of ground – where your feet are. Really stand there, all of you – body and mind. From this place comes...

i only realized how much i had neglected myself, once i started looking after myself. grief takes a toll. worry takes a toll. loneliness...

“We can’t heal the world today. But we can begin with a voice of compassion, a heart of love, and an act of kindness.” - Mary Davis

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...

Dear Friends, The days are growing warmer and the longest day has come and gone. It's time to experience delight as cool breezes brush...

Morning Friends, Hope you are finding some joy and beauty in the sunshine and Spring flowers. How often are you able to be outside,...

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...

[Read during Sharpham Sit with Lucy, 19th April 2022] By Raymond Carver, an American poet who wrote this as his last entry in his diary:...

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...

Go gently today, don’t hurry or think about the next thing. Walk with the quiet trees, can you believe how brave they are—how kind? Model...