I wrote the notes for this poem on my father’s bed during the wee hours of the night, pen in one hand and his fingers curled around the other. Writing is the best way I know to process emotions and pass through challenging times. It helps me arrange my thoughts and get to the heart of what I’m experiencing. When I arrive at what I feel is a finished poem, essay, or story, I feel a great sense of peace about what has transpired.Read more
I greeted the day with my habitual morning meditation—reaffirming my commitment to the path of enlightenment; acknowledging and atoning for my own misuse and misdirected actions, words, and thoughts; activating energy points throughout my body; and centering my spirit for a calm mind and focused intent.
And then I prayed…Read more
It’s been a couple months since I posted my last Mindful Musing—months filled with poignant life events, churning emotions, and deep family love. There were sad and painful moments, hours, days to be sure, but on the whole, those two months overflowed with living. Such was my experience with death.Read more
