These daffodil shoots are the evidence of a burgeoning and inevitable Spring just beneath what has been a particularly heavy spate of winter’s ice and cold.  They show us that we need only be our power-filled selves, despite circumstances.  "I am here, anyway," they say. "I grow, anyway." "I am what I am." Any way. This is forgiveness: the ability to return again to our perfect God nature--of giving freely, of growing freely, of expressing freely our unique gifts of beauty,

More than 30 years ago, in the depths of one of the worst times of my life, “Butterfly Ink” whispered itself to me.  I was unsure at the time what “Ink” was. Was it the liquid that flows from a pen or the abbreviation of a legal business entity designed to shield me from personal liability?  Time would reveal “Ink” as my life experiences—the residue, the evidence, the contributions of simply being alive. In the meanwhile, I was alone in my little Dupont Circle apartment in Wa

Got 43 seconds? Can you sit for five minutes? Three minutes? Ok, 43 seconds? Call it "meditation." Call it "prayer." Call it whatever. But, do answer the call. It's you. Calling you. Back to you. Can you sit with yourself for 43 seconds? To learn more about Meditation and Prayer, come to the Garden. (Guided Meditations coming soon.) .