Don’t Miss out on Spring T. S. Eliot wrote, "April is the cruelest month" because spring reminded him of loss and grief. This year Covid-19 has certainly mad...

by Kathryn Patrick, LCSW, Guest Contributor I am pleased to post this contribution from my colleague Kathryn Patrick, a LBC certified DBT therapist, team lea...

For this blog I have been determined to focus on the light—on that which is loving, hopeful and positive, because I’ve felt that was what people needed most,...

with thanks to Kathryn Patrick for some of these ideas Yes, the pandemic is causing untold suffering around the world. Sickness and death, financial meltdow...

While practicing physical distancing due to the virus there are things we can do to help the experience be less stressful. If you find you have more free tim...

How it is This is the beauty of it No matter how hard I try I can’t stop longing can’t stop loving you can’t stop begging No matter how hard I try I can neve...

Bosque del Apache We call it Groundhog Day, Candlemas if we're Catholic or Imbolc if we're Druids. The festival begins on February 1 and ends at sundown on ...

What I Learned from Elephants The second morning I was in the Okavango Delta of Botswana I awoke before dawn to my tent shaking somewhat alarmingly. I opene...

Anyone who is paying attention to the scientific news about climate change is bound to experience existential anxiety. Temperatures rising to unlivable level...

Yesterday a soft snow began falling in the midmorning and continued into the night. The desert earth soaked up the moisture and I relished another snow day,...

Haiku is a poetic form from Japan that delights us with its brevity, seeming simplicity and elegance. In English we usually render haiku as a three line poe...

My teacher, Prem Rawat, has said that practicing is like taking shower. The subtle impurities of the day are washed away by the breath. Like a flow of wate...

One of my earliest memories is of losing my mother in a grocery store. I am not sure how old I was, maybe three or four at the most. I remember Mommy was ah...

This morning I was out in my garden looking at my first crocus blooms when I noticed something sparkling in the mulch near the gate. It was an earring I'd l...

On a recent frigid morning two monks walked to their sangha along a river and through woods, discussing morality and mindfulness. They talked about whether ...

This is the fifth and final installment in the story of my sister’s suicide. This last episode deals with what happened after her death especially as regard...

For me the most haunting detail of the day my sister died is the security camera footage of her in a pawn shop in Shelbyville buying the gun. I couldn’t bri...

I called my sister every day during the rest of the August and September before she died on October 6. She often wouldn’t pick up the phone but when she did...

My sister began her final journey toward suicide about six weeks before she died. However, the problems that culminated in her death started many years earli...