The Words: I love the dark hours of my being. My mind deepens into them...Then the knowing comes: I can open to another life that’s wide...

One of the most iconic scenes from the Pacific Northwest is the mist on hills, or more poetically as I like to refer to it, the softness...

The Words: Allow your judgments their own undisturbed development, which, like any unfolding, must come from within and can by nothing be...

The Words: You who let yourselves feel: enter the breathing that is more than your own. Let it brush your cheeks as it divides and...

The Words: It seems our own impermanence is concealed from us. The trees stand firm, the houses we live in are still there. We alone...