Self Portrait It doesn’t interest me if there is one GodOr many gods.I want to know if you belong — or feel abandoned;If you know despairOr can see it in others.I want to knowIf you are prepared to live in the worldWith its harsh need to change you;If you can
Invitation by Mary Oliver Oh do you have time to linger for just a little while out of your busy and very important day for the goldfinches that have gathered in a field of thistles for a musical battle, to see who can sing the highest note, or the lowest,
You Start Dying Slowly — By Pablo Neruda You start dying slowly if you do not travel, if you do not read, If you do not listen to the sounds of life, If you do not appreciate yourself. You start dying slowly When you kill your self-esteem; When you do
Free Year End Practice Toolkit / 2019-2020_PlanningWorksheet_Public_SMorris Each year I take time to reflect and rediscover on the year that’s passing. I’ve practiced some reflection and planning ritual since 1999 and keep refining my approach and process. As well, since 2015 my wife Chris and I run a year-end retreat
In out-of-the-way places of the heart, Where your thoughts never think to wander, This beginning has been quietly forming, Waiting until you were ready to emerge. For a long time it has watched your desire, Feeling the emptiness growing inside you, Noticing how you willed yourself on, Still unable to
Like many of you, I’m stunned and saddened by the loss of Antony Bourdain. It’s yet another inexplicable, or at least difficult to get my head and my heart around, loss of a good, impactful person too soon. In our modern human lives, we live with constant paradoxes that include
I’m thinking of beauty and artistry, in its many forms, and how the simplest things that inform our mind and mind’s eye when there is space and presence to do so. The role of art or artistry has little to do with functionalism or the creation of artifact. It has
A year’s reflection through sensory metaphor. Recently I was reflecting on my year and the scene that entered my mind came through a unusual doorway. The imagined scene was that of a drum set tumbling down two flights of stairs, and it came through as sound in addition to the
Communal Acts of Beauty 