The Gate Keeper Of Inspiration: Book II Chapter Thirteen — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

It is one of those quiet, rainy mornings. I do not know why but I have been thinking about my brother a good deal recently. We were never close during our childhoods. We were separated in age by only three years but it often seemed a much wider period of time. We had not spoken …

Presence

Being fully present isn’t something that happens once and then you have achieved it; it’s being awake to the ebb and flow and movement and creation of life, being alive to the process of life itself. Pema Chödrön (July 14, 1936 -) You were here this morning when I woke lying somewhere between the rays …