It turns out that writing as meditation is no easier with a cold than regular writing. Brain fog is brain fog. But it cleared,...

Writing hasn’t been happening. It’s like I get up a little steam, an idea that I’m ready to leap in with, and any energy for leaping...

I watched a murder of crows congregate in a spruce tree across the street, cawing to call others to join them. Another group cawed back...

I’m a long term Buddhist and meditater. Early this year I had a deep fall into a spiritual shift ­– what some teachers call an awakening,...

Writing has come in fit and starts, mostly in the morning before sessions begin, with a pause for a sick day. It hasn’t felt brilliant...