A lullaby for big kids who are feeling February.
Hearing voices might make you wonder if you’re going crazy. But what if you find someone else who’s getting the same message?
A collage of phrases from myths about grief, descent and return, punishment, and what we can bring back from the depths.
No big deal, just sending the daughter back to college after winter break.
New Year meditation on invasions.
Meditation on the new year, transitions, new and old human problems, and a melody from a dream a few weeks ago.
A palimpsest of many relationships, mostly other people’s.
A tribute to my annual campout.
A meditation on the passage of a lifetime, witnessing each other, and hearing our own internal witness.
For Tom and Leela. Their loss was way bigger than mine that day.
I wrote this when my daughter was in kindergarten, and recorded it just after she left for college.
Sometimes it’s more important that we talk than what we say.
Thoughts during a meditation retreat. Just because you’re silent doesn’t mean you can’t eat yummy food with your friends.
This is about my roots in Woodstock, New York, where natural beauty and proximity to New York City pull in different directions.
A hymn to the inspiration and guidance I feel from flowing water. Five-part a cappella harmony. Straight takes, no editing.
A love poem about a breeze that falls in love with the lake it touches, but is (apparently) unrequited.
- OLDER POSTS
- page 1 of 2