Mercilessly, the rain beat down from a grey sky. As I clicked my windshield wiper lever to high, I looked up at the Santa Cruz mountains framing the road, the same ones I'd see on my way to your house with brownies, a coloring book, home-made chicken soup, a book, lemon cake or with Riley. I was . . .
I don't read a lot of blogs by men, but this one, well, I read regularly. Stuff That Needs to be Said by John Pavlovitz, a minister and pastor with a profound message. His Christianity has changed and evolved --something he's honest about on his blog. I know posturing pastors who think they are . . .
I don't climb mountains or swim with the sharks. No, my risk-taking is living with an open heart and an open mind. It's amazing what can happen if you live as though everything is a discovery waiting to be made. I've written more than once that organized religion failed to resonate with me and . . .
We don't know what we don't know. I love this thought, because for me it sums up the question of whether or not there is an afterlife, a place we go to when we no longer walk the earth. If we haven't died, ourselves, we have no first-hand knowledge of the afterlife. If we HAVE died and come back, . . .
The unexpected death of a loved one can shake you to the core. Oh, of course, I should have expected it. She was, after all, undergoing treatment for two different cancers and had been for almost six years. She'd been hospitalized more than a couple times with countless other long visits for blood . . .
It began as a hike, a way to get some exercise, in a small, hilly city nearby. We had every intention of really pumping up the intensity of our walk, but then, we came across a beautiful little cemetery and were captivated by the many lives creatively memorialized in granite. The Catholic . . .
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. ~Kahlil Gibran Like a movie flipbook, I see the chapters of our friendship fly by…how fast 30 years goes and how many memories we made. How can it be over so . . .
El Dia de los Muertos begins today, the Mexican religious holiday we know as the Day of the Dead or All Souls Day. Festive celebrations are held to honor dead loved ones. It's a day of joyous remembrance, not of grief and sadness. That's why I thought this post was perfect for today. It isn't often . . .
I ran across this bag in Maui on the weekend that Oliver Sacks and Wayne Dyer began their next great adventure. It struck me that they were two men who made their work all about love. Dyer explicitly, Sacks implicitly. The brilliant Oliver Sacks, a neurologist, a writer, an observer of the first . . .
Dying is one of the ceremonies of life. - Ram Dass Most of us run from the idea of death as if it were the devil itself. But as we age, we can't escape the thought that it's our next big transition. It's there, looming in the background, like a dark shadow. "The Grim Reaper," we call it. The . . .
