Embracing Darkness, Tending the Soul

I’m standing outdoors in the dark. Darkness, in our manmade world of near-constant electrical illumination, is relative. Still, it is night time and I am outside my house in a realm of shadows, standing quietly with bare feet in the grass, gazing up at a handful of glittering diamonds flung across a wide stretch of


The Lost Art of Listening: A Soul Skill

The morning is steeped in pastel hues of quietude. I am up with the dawn in my usual way, stepping outdoors with bare feet to greet the arrival of another day, savoring the lingering tranquility of the world around me as it slowly wakes to life. Even my little friends, the birds, are still quietly