REMEMBERING THE CROOKED WAYS

...my history with women –and especially the women I've loved– is a history of avoiding the wisdom that comes from this surrender. Avoiding. Or, as I am realizing, actively resisting.

SHE NEEDS TO BE FREE

It's easy to say I want the good and the beautiful, but they are sisters to chaos and unhappiness, ugliness and dis-ease.

BEING ALONE, TOGETHER

Without this distance, it I would be in constant commotion. 

I WANT MORE

Patience. Slowing down. Allowing the art of this moment to arrive... in its own time, its own way. There is no hurrying this art.

ALL OF US, BOYS, ON THE THRESHOLD OF HUSBANDRY

As someone who works with couples who want to wed, I also observe that the coming of Spring marks a passage into the "wedding season." Here, in the Northern Hemisphere, it is a good time to reflect on the rituals and ceremonies of the season that relate to weddings and marriages.

I CHOOSE TO SERVE LOVE

The universe is big.

FALLING, I TRUST MYSELF

Every step is a risk.

ENJOY THIS DISTANCE

We dance to improvise a bridge, a merging. This is the art of it all, to persist in this always-failing improvisation.

SHORT: OUR ART

Success, however we define it, is a moment.

SPRING! LET THE MUD DO IT'S WORK

Above all, I want to rescue myself from my impatience and my fear and my doubt.

I SEE YOU

...and —just for moment!— we are connected. It takes a moment. Then the tsunami crashes down and I am torn apart, confused, doubting, struggling...

TRUSTING MYSELF

There is magic all around us. We need only become more sensitive to experience it.