When it is we who do the stepping, it is hard to see the steps. But look where you are. Years ago, the one you’ve carried since birth was waiting inside for you. I remember the day you lifted your face from its stream. This very day you are bringing what you carried through the fire into the world. Even more, you have become the cup that holds your soul. And lifting your face from the stream of all you... Read more

We are taught early on that to have an ambition and to work toward it is industrious and admirable; that this is how we contribute to the world and move ahead. In and of itself, this is true. To build toward something is a healthy way to channel our need to be creative and to stay connected. But along the way, we often incubate a self-centeredness that breeds like bacteria in the dark corners of our psyches and something else... Read more

Twenty years ago today, the tumor growing in my skull vanished and I was thrown back in the streets like Lazarus. Today the rain is a fine mist and I open my face for a long time, till I remember again that it is skin receiving water from the sky. After twenty times around the sun, all I can say is perhaps falling in love with the world is the bravest thing we can do. I only know that my... Read more

I was born with the ability to see in metaphor. This has been my inborn way of relating to the one living sense. From the earliest age, the world has spoken to me in this way. The analogous relationship of things has called, not in words, but in a silent language that has somehow shown me, however briefly, the web of connection under everything. This gift is a function of presence; that is, when I am present enough, metaphors appear.... Read more