A poem.
Make me an instrument of peace
On Friendships: The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly
For what it’s worth: it’s never too late...
In praise (and in need) of affection
Summertime Gladness
The Stories We Tell Ourselves
For the first time in my life, I don’t know where to go: Part 2
For the first time in my life, I don’t know where to go: Part 1
With New Eyes, Shining, and Unafraid
"Humans are born as flowers": Thich Nhat Hanh's Flower Fresh Meditation
Butterfly Lesson: The Terrifying Gift of Imaginal Cells
Imagine a group of cells living inside you, lying dormant until just the right time when—they strike and dissolve you into an “organic goop.”