Walking with CalebA precious ritual thatWon’t last forever.
Not a Bad Year to Be Born
So my life startedMaking sense to me at theAge of seventy.
Back to the Oldest Days
How does something likeTerror feel when you don’t haveAny words for it?
Stop Your Suffering — Fill in the Blank
You don’t need to [blank]Because it makes no differenceIn your life today.
First Lady SlipperComes. Spring again. My heart isFilled with gratitude.
What Was Necessary Then, Isn’t Now
I don’t have to beIn denial to openI can see clearly.
Finally Leaving “Home”
So we walk awayTogether. I hold your handAnd we look ahead.
Avoiding Old Ruts
You don’t have to holdAn opinion. Just observeAnd work with your stuff.
Now THAT Makes Sense
If my Inner ChildHears me sound like my motherHow can she trust…
Letting Go, Really…
Criticism isOne way that I re-attach.Compassion helps me.
The Sweet Spot
Yes to compassionAnd No to giving myselfAway. I’m free there.
Each small change insideLeads to new thoughts and feelings.Doors open wider.
Springtime Fresh Air
Trails in the Woods feelLike neural pathways as IClear debris from both.
Everyday Kitchen Wisdom
There’s a reason thatPeeling onions brings fresh tears.Each cut goes deeper.
Full lifetime’s journeyBack to wholeness. Letting goAnd claiming myself.
AppreciatingOld friends as heart connectionsDeepen and expand.
My pain has nothingTo do with you. Same with myPeace. It’s what…
Melting Snow Pack in the Woods
The footing isn’tSure yet, but each time I walkIt’s that much better.
How it Goes
Step-by-step progress.No single step gets you there.Each one has its place.
Growing Something Good
For much of my adult life I’ve worked, with varying degrees of…
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