I come into the peace of wild thingswho do not tax their lives with forethoughtof grief. I come into the presence of still water.And I feel above me the day-blind starswaiting with their light. For a timeI rest in the grace of the world, and am free....

When our anger is placed under the lamp of mindfulness, it immediately begins to lose some of its destructive nature. We can say to ourselves, “Breathing in, I know that anger is in me. Breathing out, I know that I am my anger.” If we follow our ...

As the lungs remember to breathe, even when we sleep, the spirit keeps us alive through the dream of our will. Mark Nepo Understanding the magic of peace The dream of our will is not ambiguous We know the dream of our will. We know it way d...

with gratitude to Beth Kempton Plenty We are enough. We have enough. Enough is enough. We build and create. We imagine and burst. We steel and move. We dance and savor. We cherish and live big. We chirp and sing. We ope...