Cedar Koons
Author and Consultant

It's hard to believe it sometimes, but we will get through this time of forced solitude. It's certain. The pandemic, like all other...

My inventory of internalized racism continues. I admit I’d like to put it all aside and focus on something easier to contemplate such...

Seeing the life go out of George Floyd's face while a white policeman, hand in his pocket, knelt nonchalantly on his neck, was a wake up...

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...

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

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...

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

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

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...

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...

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...

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

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

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

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

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...

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...

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

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...

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...