The autumn poem, Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost, is new to me. Not the insight, just the phrasing, which strikes me as simultaneousl...

Well I see I haven't published much here of late - not because I haven't had many thoughts - but more because I've been on the g...

One of my greatest joys is playing music with those I love, trust, value, and enjoy. This, of course, is not always the case, right? But wh...

On August 1st, Lughnassadh, I noticed one red leaf on one of the massive trees in the wetlands behind our home.Ten days later, small red v...

What is it about these in-between times? I love them. The hazy, mysterious dark greys of November (Samhain), the clarity of the winter sky ...

It is always humbling - and sometimes restorative - to find that practicing what you preach is still a work in progress. On my spiritual dir...

As the world we once knew continues to burn, our bought and paid for politicians waffle, obfuscate, and out-right lie to creation and the Cr...

It's Sunday morning in Montréal where, once again, I've been invited to practice letting go of my expectations and embrace what is ...

Over and again, I find new evidence every time we're in Montréal that ordinary people can change the world. Well, ok, not the WORLD, but...

This may seem too self-referential for some but here goes: one of the reasons I LOVE spending time in our beloved Montréal - besides the cul...

Life and time are such precious and fleeting gifts, yes? I discovered this truth yet again on my 70th birthday. It started out sweet, fille...