The silence, the stillness, the space between . . . that precious moment (or moments) when everything is suspended - noise, conversation,...

“I feel stuck,” my friend, Jack, says softly into the phone. I’m sitting on my back deck with a cup of tea early, early Saturday morning....

All living things need restoration. Rest is a part of the natural ebb and flow of our planet. And winter is the perfect time to...

As we head into a time of Wintering, a time of receding and regrouping, a time of cocooning and hygge, I am abundantly aware of the...

Years seem to have passed by in minutes. The silence between us during those years, in all forms, hasn’t been intentional. There wasn’t a...

I found the key to enter the gateway of the two worlds where I live. It begins with a compassionate hush and a rooted breath. Awareness,...

Some artists have a magic way of layering complexity and simplicity and Mike Giordano is one of those artists. He has followed his lens...