Liking yourself is not always easy—poem
Love yourself. Or at least like yourself. Sounds easy, right? But if it were easy, why do millions keep telling us how to do it? A poem.
Continue readingLove yourself. Or at least like yourself. Sounds easy, right? But if it were easy, why do millions keep telling us how to do it? A poem.
Continue readingStarting? Stopping? Writing? Driving? Living? An abstract piece of doggerel about starting and stopping — anything.
Continue readingrt video: two ways to care for people when they are suffering. A loving-kindness meditation and a child’s mission to protect her grandmother.
Continue readingEvery spring I’m lost in the glory of a cherry blossom tree in our neighbourhood. Poet Janet Frame expresses what many of us feel—awe.
Continue readingNow late I know
the sun is not mine alone
not a personal sun but a neutral one
its warming trapped and magnified
by too many frantic us.