Meditations for the Heart, Mind, and Spirit

“People should practice an art in order to make their souls grow and not to make money or become famous. Paint a picture. Write,” Kurt Vonnegut Jr. once said. Anything can be an art. Cooking. Renovation. Conversation. What makes something art has not so much to do with what is done but how one does it. Merely going through the motions of an activity, of any sort, can never be called art. But when the passions are engaged, along with our creative sensibilities, as well as the

Contradictions are a vital substrate of the soul, a marbled interiority, often subtle, secretive, and conveniently missed when they are personal, our very essence riddled with a wondrous collection of tensions we barely notice if all is well, yet easily unearthed by the tectonics of loss and grieving, passionate life and living, and the generally unsettling nature of being and becoming. When you lose a loved one, you may become overwhelmed with feelings of unspeakable sorrow,

Below, deep down, underneath the relentless pace of modern society and our endless activities, there is a quiet invitation to notice an infinite expanse...

There is so much none of us will understand. Our capacity to comprehend existence might be like a cricket trying to understand calculus. And that’s okay. Because life is less about knowing, and more about opening, anyway. Opening, for most of us, maybe all of us, is difficult. It involves risk, vulnerability, and uncertainty. Like a flower in spring, opening for the first time to the invitations of sunshine, there is no knowing beforehand what awaits on the other side. Closed