On summer nights I often let my son camp out in the backyard. I wouldn't say he is exactly roughing it—he brings pillows and blankets and marshmallows and I’m sure many other food items of which I would not approve—but I like to think of him snug and warm, yet able to look up at the stars and hear the owls and other mysterious night-life-forms that seem to persist even in the city. ...continue reading Pebbles on the Window

Integration work is primarily about befriending ourselves. Within each of us are parts we are not proud of—jealousies, bad habits, negative thinking—parts that seem to work against our own search for happiness. Integration work seeks to understand the whole by navigating all of the parts—including these. Mahatma Ghandi said that “Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.” I would add, and what you feel! This is the goal of integration work. And it is a journey toward the Soul. ...continue reading Integration Work

Years ago, when I was working through the 12-month Artist’s Way program, I had an instructive dream. In the dream, I invited the wonderful musician Bobby McFerrin for dinner and was so delighted that he accepted. (For those of you who aren’t familiar with Mr. McFerrin’s work, you have a treat in store!) He arrived, looking quite dashing as always. But then, as is so often the case in dreams, an odd thing happened. Instead of offering my guest a glass of wine or an appetizer, instead of making him comfortable while I prepared dinner … I began to do housework! ...continue reading The Honored Guest

God is a word that many are not comfortable with—and for good reason. There are so many assumptions jammed into that one word—religious, cultural, historical, personal, and most certainly political. It is a single word that carries with it the weight of our entire species in all our lengthy striving to define our relationship with something outside ourselves, something incomprehensible, completely Other. Many people avoid the word simply because it is impossible to say what we really mean by it! ...continue reading The Names of God

Time confuses me. It doesn’t seem to be at all what I’ve so often been told it is: It doesn’t begin and end, it isn’t a straight line, it isn’t measurable and you can’t measure anything else by it. If time weren’t malleable how could we lose our sense of it so often – when we’re in love, or listening to music, or deep in thought? In fact, we’re IN love when we’re not IN time, IN thought IN a state of being —how can you be in a state of being and not be removed from the influence of time? ...continue reading A Brief Meditation on Time