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...

On a summer morning I sat down on a hillside to think about God – a worthy pastime. Near me, I saw a single cricket; it was moving the...

Some years ago, during my Viniyoga Teacher Training, one of my teachers, Mirka Scalco Kraftsow, sang at the end of a practice part of...

How surely gravity’s law, strong as an ocean current, takes hold of even the smallest thing and pulls it toward the heart of the...

We shape our self to fit this world and by the world are shaped again. The visible and the invisible working together in common...

I ask all blessings, I ask them with reverence, of my mother earth, of the sky, moon, and sun my father I am old age, the essence of...

Sometimes from sorrow, for no reason, you sing. For no reason, you accept the way of being lost, cutting loose from all else and electing...

A story is like water that you heat for your bath. It takes messages between the fire and your skin. It lets them meet, and it cleans...

I want to write about faith, about the way the moon rises over cold snow, night after night, faithful even as it fades from fullness,...

It is not enough to be able to drop your body as easily as a bathrobe, take flight like the eagle, enter the hollow hills, talk with...

I too have known loneliness. I too have known what it is to feel misunderstood, rejected, and suddenly not at all beautiful. Oh, mother...

Starting here, what do you want to remember? How sunlight creeps along a shining floor? What scent of old wood hovers, what softened...

Why, who makes much of a miracle? As to me I know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight...

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is...

Hello, sun in my face. Hello, you who made the morning and spread it over the fields and into the faces of the tulips and the nodding...

As the plump squirrel scampers Across the roof of the corncrib, The moon suddenly stands up in the darkness, And I see that it is...

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

Here is a beautiful blessing for all travelers, by John O'Donohue For the Traveler Every time you leave home, Another road takes you Into...

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...

This morning, at waterside, a sparrow flew to a water rock and landed, by error, on the back of an eider duck; lightly it fluttered off,...