This Sunday, January 11, is my birthday. A big one. Sixty-five.

I still don’t quite know how that’s possible. Five years ago...

On December 31^st, the world resolves to wake up early on the first day of the new year so we can begin to drink something gre...

Its Yuletide, the season of the original Santa.

I’ve learned a lot about Santa over the years. He has an unexpected history....

There is a particular courage required when we stand at an ending. A unique kind of courage that asks us to stay awake as a c...

Every year carries its own vibration, a frequency of light beneath the noise of everyday life. I’ve been a student of Numerol...

By the time you read this, my “Christmee Tree” will be glowing in the corner of the family room. I love that room. The place ...

By the time the first night falls, the room feels different. Candles flicker against soft faces. Someone sighs the kind of si...

This one is important, beloveds.  Its big, important work we can all do. I don’t usually ask you to share, but this message n...

It’s easy to forget, isn’t it?
The news scrolls by, voices rise, and suddenly it feels as if everything good has fallen silent...

If you’ve been reading my blog for any length of time, you’ve probably noticed that in recent weeks I’ve been writing from a ...