On Friday, we drove to the Merced National Wildlife Refuge to see the migrating Sandhill Cranes.  We saw many birds, but though we heard them we didn’t actually see the cranes, and yet the place is so beautiful that as we watched the sun set, it was clear that our journey was soothing, nourishing, and complete.  

On November 19, 1863, President Lincoln gave the Gettysburg Address at Gettysburg where from July 1 to July 3, 1863, more that 150,000 soldiers fought in the Civil War.  More than 7,000 died in a town with fewer than 2500.  Imagine dealing with the dead bodies in the heat of July, and imagine the injuries both physical and psychological, the soldiers carried home to friends and families, injuries that still reverberate through us.

I’m with balance these days as my eyes continue to adjust to the change from sixty years of hard contact lenses to glasses to surgery in February.

How do I balance on serenity and integration as I meet and meld the past and present with what comes?

Honoring the magnificence of travel and flight

A Sanctuary

What gathers and guides a communion of flight

Looking Down


Settling Down


I’m with the passing/passage of Thich Nhat Hanh.

My eyes are moist in this morning’s meditation.  I feel joy and sorrow come together in the tender center of the heart, tears, liquid love – oneness. I remember how clear that was when I walked in the mountains of Nepal, hands coming together, namaste, how clear that can be each moment, each day.

Namaste – I see the Spirit in you. You see the Spirit in me. The Divine Light in me bows to the Divine Light in you. Namaste.

Thich Nhat Hanh:

“The miracle is not to walk on water. The miracle is to walk on the green earth, dwelling deeply in the present moment and feeling truly alive.”

And in the passage and energetic distribution of Thich Nhat Hanh, I am flower, mountain, water, still and moving, space opening and closing, massaging with each breath – Gratitude, Ease, and Peace.

Thich Nhat Hanh

The beloved teacher, guide, loving presence, and inspiration for Interbeing has passed away.

I open a little book I keep here on my desk, A Handful of Quiet, Happiness in Four Pebbles. The practice is to gather four pebbles, and let each one represent a flower, a mountain, still water, or space.

Then, the meditation is:

Breathing in, I see myself as a Flower.

Breathing out, I feel Fresh.

Breathing in, I see myself as a Mountain.

Breathing out, I feel Solid.

Breathing in, I see myself as Still Water.

Breathing out, I Reflect things as they are.

Breathing in, I see myself as Space.

Breathing out, I feel Free.

The creek in Mill Valley today
Looking into the stream – Reflect