The Simplest Meditation: Waiting

Peter Russell

For most of us waiting is not easy, often a bore. Waiting for a bus or train, we look for something to do to pass the time. Sitting in a...

Irony Of Marriage

Neale Donald Walsch

Largely, marriage has been used by those societies, religions, and families as a mini-prison, as kind of a contractual arrangement that...

Letting Someone Know They're Not Alone Is No Small Thing

Deborah Hawkins

Months ago, I decided to explore volunteering for a hospice organization. My initial curiosity came up when I contemplated wanting to...

Shape Of Silence

Kent Nerburn

The silence is profound this morning. It is not portentous; there seems to be nothing in the waiting. It is a gentle silence, liquid and...

End Of The World

Dougald Hine

The end of the world as we know it is not the end of the world ... it is also the end of a way of knowing the world. "When a world...

Our Practice Is To Close The Gap

Charlotte Joko Beck

Our whole life consists of this little subject looking outside itself for an object. But if you take something that is limited, like body...

The Extraordinary In The Ordinary

Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee

Our acceptance of the ordinary is part of our spiritual maturity and capacity to be of service. It also helps us to avoid the trap of...

Being Acted Through

Joanna Macy

Here's a discovery we can make along our ecological Pilgrim's Progress: the discovery of what can happen through us. If we are...

Don't Waste A Curse On The Universe

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Don't look for the flaws as you go through life;    And even when you find them, It is wise and kind to be somewhat blind...

You Gotta Wobble Before You Stand

Roger S. Keyes

Hokusai says look carefully. He says pay attention, notice. He says keep looking, stay curious. He says there is no end to seeing....

Interbeing

Thich Nhat Hanh

Emptiness does not mean nothingness. Saying that we are empty does not mean that we do not exist. No matter if something is full or...

A Turtle's Silver Bead Of Quietude

Gayle Boss

The day is bright and warm for December, but the logs in the marsh pond are bare. Spring to summer into early fall they served, on sunny...

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