My Writing

My armor of anxiety often obscures my equanimity. Someone I love very deeply had a surgery yesterday. I am breathing comfortably again. Sometimes that same suit of armor helps me figure out how to find the centered place of calm within. Last week I was locked inside a metal suit of anxious thoughts and feelings.  Every time I tried to let go of the fear of bad future outcomes, within seconds I was swimming in worry again. I kept trying to bring myself back to the present, onl

"Holding on to anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die." This is a great Buddhist quote. It reminds me of...

Do you want to know when you will die? I don't.  It seems like it's part of the ultimate mystery of life. So extraordinary and so...

When my children were born, the fear of losing them also was born. I don't think a day went by for their first 20 years that I did not...

I am moved by acts of generosity. Whether random or intentional.  The person in line behind me who gave me that extra 50 cents when I was...