Mud & Lotus

My altar is a shelf within one of the bookcases in my office. When I look around my office, it is a cluttered catastrophe, but when I kneel ...

I am now revising a picture book manuscript that has been in the works for several years. It will be a companion to an earlier book of mine,...

When my son was younger, he would sometimes complain, "Why do you have to be so Mommy-ful?" Meaning, why did I ruin all the fun b...

Looking through old copies of Tricycle magazine that have piled up, I noticed beautiful paintings by artist Rami Efal . I found him on-lin...

I've brought this post over from my old gardening blog; I think it belongs here as well. photo credit wpclipart.com This post isn't ...

I want to post today, but I need to make it short and quick. I am a writer by profession as well as avocation and temperament, and today I h...

Why practice mindfulness? Why step, stride, stumble along this path marked out by Siddhārtha Gautama 2,500 years ago? Different traditions...

This week, some lines from Walt Whitman. A Noiseless Patient Spider   A noiseless patient spider, I mark'd where on a little promon...