Transformation

Drop the Load – Just One Thing by Rick Hanson Ph.D.

Drop the Load Are you doing too much? The Practice: Drop the load. Why? You may have seen the old Mickey Mouse movie in which he is working at a conveyor belt in a factory. More and more widgets...

What She Said

She said, "I am the Power, I am the Shakti, I am creating a new earth. "I do not bring change in the old way, through your activism, politics, or religion. I am subtler and...

Mudslide – by Janette Kennedy

Danger brings us here, where the experts smile and say, “Just a little more time.” In their swagger, we let our secret seed out into the open, to bloom. It is a strong plant,...

Blessings

There are blessings in every human experience. Finding them is the key. Especially the painful ones. Whether it's to learn a lesson or humble an inflated ego, god has mysterious ways of working in...

Silent Retreat: A Stationary Pilgrimage

"The longest journey you will make in your life is from your head to your heart" - Sioux legend In December, friends offered to host a four day, mostly silent meditation retreat at their mountain...
Diana Raab

Transformed by Writing – by Diana Raab

I wish I had known how brave I actually was on the day my grandmother committed suicide. I was ten years old when she overdosed on sleeping pills in my childhood home. Like any...

“Crucifixion”

"The real meaning of crucifixion is to crucify the false self, that the true self may rise. As long as the false self is not crucified, the true self is not realized." —Hazrat Inayat Khan,...
Peace is all thee is

HaTikvah – by Aviva Derenowski

The Israeli national hymn is called “Hatikvah” which translates as “The Hope.” It expresses the hope of the Jewish people to settle in Israel, and make it their home, after an exile of two...

Buoyed by a Bloom – by Anne Peek

I was startled into hope by a sturdy bloom. In a murky week filled with fatigue, overwhelm and heartache, I bought a small pot of Gerbera daisies, bright raspberry red to cheer me up....

Violence is here, and it is us

More than 20 years ago, when I lived in Budapest, a ringing telephone woke me one morning and I stumbled across the room to answer.  Disoriented and groggy, I lifted the receiver and through...