Becoming Visible: The Risk to Grow

The long green leaf of the orchid in the kitchen window has unfurled like a dark, shiny tongue, a precursor, I hope, to a new spike of dazzling purple blossoms. I stood at the sink admiring it, my hands in warm soapy water as I washed the dishes after supper, while appreciating too the newly


Writing the Soul: An Ongoing Journey

It’s a fine feeling to finish writing a book.  There is a tremendous sense of accomplishment, of having succeeded at a daunting task like climbing a mountain. On the body level, one feels an openness of the heart, belly and breath, and if we have dared to tell the truth, there’s a resonance in the bones