Words that filtered through one day while in a half sleep state. I was living in Guadeloupe, the French West Indies, at the time with my...

Today I was speaking with a friend and the conversation elicited a memory that took place very early in this particular incarnation… I...

The divine cannot be found elsewhere. The divine cannot be found on a mountain top or a cave…under a massive Redwood or by a ...

According to the Hindu, Indian calendar, we are in the time of Pitru Prakash. It is a time when the ancestors are honored, our family...

We all look for this on some level, it seems. That sanctuary, that enclosed safety, which assuages and protects against times when life...

Trust your instincts, your intuition. Every step of the way, feel the earth rise up to meet you. Everything in every moment is a gift...

During my graduate school years several decades ago, I made the acquaintance of a fellow graduate student - actually, he might have been...

Sunrise from the Charles Bridge, Prague, Czech Republic I was reminded of the love of dancing, of just letting loose, by way of a...

This is a phrase that arose this morning as I was participating in a spiritual practice. It arose naturally…out of the blue, you could...

Thirty-one years ago today, I got married. It was a very warm day in upstate New York but thankfully, though we married outside in a...

In this day and age, we are seeing far too many examples of abuse of power in the spiritual world. Of course, one example is too much. ...

I was watching the fireworks over St. Augustine last night standing next to my older son. We were located on a rooftop of a local...

(Artwork chosen because Paul was born on the full moon of May.) I just had a delightful conversation with my younger son, Paul, who is...

we lose ourselves in the outer glimmer and dance we leave the sanctuary of the heart our essential being that nectar of self recognition...

A poem written in 2015 Let Words Fall let words fall like petals soft and fragrant let the young ones receive the benediction of this...

A vast topic…From the queen bee devoting her very existence to the propagation of her young to all manner of species and mammal...

poetry serves all of life from shadowed realms where stones seek refuge in fern and dusk to the nightingale trilling a lonely song from...

Being back in D.C. felt good. I have always enjoyed academia so going back to school was a natural move for me. I moved into a place...

Live from pure awareness. Annie Kiyonaga