You don't have to be perfect, and like Tiger you may complain along the way, but have courage, take heart, and carry on.

To be alive is to continue to grow and learn. It doesn't matter how old you are; you can start something new.

We need not be diminished by the difficulties in life and can experience a huge amount of freedom when we remember that the winds of life blow through everyone's life. 

Time flows forward and we are called upon to enter into the new year.

The night is long, but when it is dark, light becomes more clear. Let the light, let wisdom teachings, carry you through to the other side.

If it is true that everything is connected, which it is, it becomes important to take care of the small moments, ourselves, and each other.

The recipe calls for a dollop of compassion and a generous splash of wisdom.

Strength flows through you. Remember your practice to remember your power.

There are mysteries and possibilities in your particular life, with your particular struggles and joys. The rational mind may tend towards quantifying or even discounting the value of your worth, your actions, or your practice. However, we can't know. We just can't.

. Humans are of the earth, wild and not completely contained by the civilization that we call modern. We are nature, alive with a body that, like the bears, enjoys a fresh apple.

It can be hard to be patient, waiting with a vision that is close to your heart. But success comes when we put in the effort over time rather than creating unsustainable plans. Waiting, learning, and acting with care over the long haul can get you where you want to be.

A morning practice allows us to gather the strands of intellect and emotion and seat them into the warmth and vibrancy of the body.

I don't mean to bring you down, but you must have noticed that there is a lot to worry about! Practice, whether yoga or meditation, is a time to feel into the texture of the worry rather than the specifics of the worry. In this way, we can digest the experience and let it pass through.

The vine winds and curls along the deck railing in an explosion of growth.

In the end, he has recuperated from everything and continues to be a cat. I have recovered too!

He eventually wandered back from the forest after having found a disassembled skeleton of a fox.

He built our art barn where creativity and garden tools mingle.

In the garden I plant flowers and food, and in my mind and heart I plant connection through gratitude.

Our mission as humans is to open the heart to the complexity of life and keep showing up for ourselves, the world, and each other.

I find myself in need of practice. It takes practice to hold it all in compassion, but the other options are to collapse into fatigue and hopelessness or press forward in denial.