I sometimes feel tension when metaphysical concepts are presented in scientific ways. Part of me wants to believe that such things can be measured and documented. And yet I often find the presentation of such evidence lacking in substance. Perhaps the science of it is less important than the resulting

I have been reflecting on a thought that my mother shared with me years ago – to be a true master you learn everything there is to know in a field and then let it go.  There is a moment of releasing yourself from the confines of the way things

I often reflect on the woundedness of the world.  It has been the blessing of my adult life to come into contact with my own woundedness and thereby create space for healing and wholeness.  By that same token, I have become more receptive to the suffering around me.  Trauma is

I am consumed by the question of being.  What does it mean to be?  How do we be with ourselves, fully and honestly?  How do we be with others – and what is the potential of that inter-being?  Is the capacity to truly be with another a skill set that

I find there can be a wide divide between theory and practice.  Using words like love, empathy, and understanding is one thing, but actually putting them into practice can be challenging.  Jerry Streets recently introduced me to a book by Howard Thurman called Jesus and the Disinherited.  One of the

I often have a hard time concentrating in a cluttered environment. Somehow the disorganization of my space reflects itself in the state of my mind.  The dynamic flows both ways.  The very act of organizing my space tends to focus the mind. In some ways this quality of symbiosis is

A close friend of mine once shared that humility is a self protecting virtue – the idea that it is hard to assert the grandeur of one’s own humility.  I often observe my own arrogance – thinking that I know better, not being inclusive, or simply not paying attention.  In

Increasingly I find that tension and discomfort is implicit in the human experience. Whether I am hungry or overfed, hot or cold, insecure or overworked, self conscious or angry, the range of conditions under which I am explicitly comfortable and content is very narrow. It is only natural that I