Labyrinth

I have walked the labyrinth at Prairiewoods many times. Each time, the experience offered something new, maybe unexpected, an insight. On one summer morning, several years ago, a butterfly became part of the journey. I have no photographs of that specific day, but the wonderful memory remains.   LABYRINTH The border stones still cool from…

Living in the Moment

“It feels as though time is evaporating …” and ”I hope we are learning and will be different on the other side of this pandemic …” Many and varied expressions of these sentiments echo our collective experience of “pandemic fatigue.” The way we live our lives each day affects how we perceive the passage of…

A Civilized Society

You may have heard the story about Margaret Mead’s take on the earliest sign of civilization. Dr. Ira Byock tells this story in his book The Best Care Possible: A Physician’s Quest to Transform Care Through the End of Life: A student once asked anthropologist Margaret Mead, “What is the earliest sign of civilization?” The…

Connecting the Dots

Many mornings, lying in bed and not wanting to get up, I tell myself, “Time to get up. Time to take one step.” This is not an inspiring mantra or motivational affirmation. Just a simple reminder that, even if I can’t see where the day will take me, even if I have no control over…

Nature Speaks

Today a tree along the Cosmic Walk trail at Prairiewoods offers us a visual meditation on finding new meaning in the midst of chaos. Please spend some time visually reflecting with this rare tree. What wisdom does it offer you today? As we all strive to discover meaning within world circumstances, we note the words…

Spark the Way

Lightning bugs spark my way. There in the darkness but unseen in the light. Nature’s light, chaotic and beautiful. Temporary and divine in their definition of impermanence that defines all. Firefly flash in space bright and bold. Cold fire without heat. Advancing and exploring. Here then there but still showing “… the way, and the…

Untitled Poem

Who I am is always happening Always growing or shrinking like a flower Embodying my space, breathing myself into it I envision a sphere of protection around me But who I am and what I do comprise the universe And yet I am always melting into it And at the core of the wax Eternity…