The Tree
I carry my coffee to our backyard deck Still dressed for sleep There is a welcomed chill in the air The heat conspiring with humidity The
We are made of stardust. The carbon in my body and the iron in my blood were forged in stars that burned out before the Earth had a
Begin readingI carry my coffee to our backyard deck Still dressed for sleep There is a welcomed chill in the air The heat conspiring with humidity The
What made us seekers? What poked and prodded us from our comfort to step onto the path and begin this journey? Was it of earthquake proportion,
In some ways I have never been better. I am comfortable in my own skin, though the bones and muscles beneath it increasingly demand attention. I
Stop and think about it, just for a minute, yes this minute, Exhale first, then fill your lungs with air, then take another breath. It'
The transformation begins with a chuckle as Cindy explains the subject of the day's sit. Discomfort in a cardigan at the edge of boredom
As difficult as threading a needle riding bareback on a bucking horse, is the study of the true owner of my observations. Who does the watching
The crack of thunder, a frenzied dance of branches, safe inside a broken heart. Unsettled, nothing is as it was. Not that the past was a
I have to laugh! I spent the good part of the first hour of my day thinking about getting out of bed before doing so. The
Samādhi I: Tending Gardens Centered on the middle way, wobbling in tree pose, hands at heart center, the noise ebbs as the quiet mind sets an
The Path Pause to Be Present is a wonderful organization that brings like-minded people together in community — to listen, sit in meditation, and expand and
Five Questions asked and answered by philosophers, religionists and an AI bot named Will Preface A note about the author. I am a widower and will
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