Yesterday I spent much of the day splitting wood. Several trees had come down, and there was work to be done before winter. So I worked. Log after log. Swing the maul. Split the wood. Stack it. Pick up another piece. I wasn't counting. I
We don't always create because we know what we want to make. Sometimes we create to discover what is waiting to be made. There are moments when an idea arrives quietly. Not with an announcement. Not with a plan. It simply appears, and something inside you
For the past decade, I have carried a quiet kinship with the Indian spiritual master, Meher Baba. I hesitate to call it devotion, because I am not a religious person. I don't think of myself as a follower of a particular spiritual teacher or tradition. What