Listening and the Hunger for Great Conversation

I love conversation.  The exchange of experiences and ideas borders on the miraculous when you consider how specific our lives are to ourselves.  How to explain this thing going on inside my head?   This dance of images and ideas, memories and dreams, each of them presenting themselves for my further consideration constantly, falling into …

A Poem for Epiphany

GIFT by Czeslaw Milosz A day so happy. Fog lifted early. I worked in the garden. Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers. There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess. I knew no one worth my envying him. Whatever evil I had suffered, I forgot. To think that once I was the same …

Breakthrough

This morning, I wish I was a poet. I'm sitting in the middle of an experience that's hard to describe, and yet, it couldn't be simpler.  To put it into words seems ridiculous. It reminds me of the day my first child was born. It's trying to turn a key in a lock in a …

Thriving and the Now Factor

I was thinking about "thriving" on my way home from the gym yesterday, wondering about how to even begin talking about it.  What in the world is thriving?   The dictionary says this: "to grow or develop well or vigorously."   That resonates, mostly because of my recent adaptation of the word "grow", exchanging it …

Thriving: A Good Hub of a Word

Themes for the New Year abound.   Commitment, focus, discipline, simplicity, gratitude, service...there are many ways to frame a reorientation of living.  Here's the one I've settled on as a hub for the work of my various writing platforms. Thrive. Funny word, thrive.  Makes me think of "hive."  Which leads me to images of buzzing …