I encouraged my students to question authority, especially my authority, because only rarely can we recognize our biases without help.

We are the hands and feet of love. And sometimes its fingernails, too.

Soak in the mystery and beauty of the universe.

A movement meditation for all ages

I hope that this Great Silence, which has come alongside the suffering, holds the beginnings of our healing.

Rain falls upon the surface of the earth, and pulled by gravity each drop begins to flow downhill. Drop merges with drop, flowing together, into a trickle, a streamlet, a creek, a mighty river, flowing onward. Some of the water seeps down into the earth itself, as groundwater, or deep aquifers,...

Ah, it’s true. When our ancestors spoke of heaven, they were speaking of this moment. When they went on about nirvana they imagined a time like this. When they sang of paradise, it was this morning they imagined....

In moonlit shadows, At the edge of night-darkened oak trees I see it. Across sunny pathways, In the buzzing of insects, amongst the flowering forest greenery, I hear it. From the touch of ones loved, The embraces of those gone before me, I feel it....