Softly whispering: I love the 4:00 a.m quiet, when only sounds of necessity are made and even those are hushed softly though the air it seems. …

A slower inspiration: some morning the words aren’t so forthcoming, there’s no block to their arrival, it’s just not their time to flow towards the page. I’m content to sit in silence, coffee at hand, waiting by sip and enjoying the bitter taste and warmth of cup. …

Thanksgiving: it’s an entire day devoted to being thankful, a remembrance of all that’s been given by the grace of life and the things we’ve earned. …

Softer revelations: to just continue on with life, living simply and with ease — of the many insights and revelations gathered through years of self-study and quiet contemplation, that one seems the most profound of all. Even as it arrived in such a subtle fashion. …

Just enough to matter: winter solstice is just about a month away, with the least amount of light shown for any day of the year, winter begins, and usually I find myself sliding towards my own darkest hours of depression. It’s not strictly seasonal, there’s no annual rhythm to my…

With the mystics: although I’m no longer a Christian, not by faith or practice, there remains a deep love for the traditions and teachings of the mystics, how they traveled against orthodoxy to their own inner revelations and dared to share it with the world. Some of the finest insights…

Beliefs: so I’m going to wade into the muddy waters of the transgender debate here, but just slightly and very briefly, no deeper than my ankles and then I’ll dive into the deeper aspects of the point I wish to make. Yesterday I watched a portion of a video where…