Through A Mirror, Brightly

Lately, I have been collecting vivid passages from books, magazines, and articles on web sites that catch my eye. I call these passages “s...

The other day, searching through a bureau drawer looking for something else, I came across an old business card I had made for myself long b...

From October 21, 1965 to October 10, 1968, Helen Schucman, the scribe of A Course in Miracles , wrote down the words of an internal voice, J...

Now we know what we are up against, and it is nothing, simply electrical activity firing in a few cubic centimeters in the back of your hea...

The most puzzling thing about the aging process is that the mind receiving the thoughts of aging is changeless, eternal. That is, while the ...

This afternoon, just after a soft rain, I went out to fill my birdfeeder, suspended from a branch, hanging about five feet off the ground, f...

I came across this statement a long time ago, and every once in a while, it comes to mind again. "Whether you are looking into a micros...

It is hard to get around the fact that we are inveterate storytellers, narrating our lives. We constantly look out at the world and make up ...

While an evening in early fall slowly descends, I sit here, quietly, falling into a deep abyss of peace, stillness. No words. No thoughts. O...

Percy Bysshe Shelley, the Romantic poet (1792-1822) was inspired to write the sonnet, Ozymandias , after seeing the broken colossus of Rames...