Broken Leaf

This is a beautiful piece from the Shambhala Times written by Acharya Noel McLellan. Walking from here to there on any given day we might encounter, among other things, a broken leaf on the sidewalk.  Most likely, we will not see it.  Our eyes see it, but our minds are elsewhere, preoccupied with things that … Continue 

Land of Sunshine

I was born in L.A., and, except for two years in foggy London town, grew up here. The light in L.A. is my definition of light: warm and diffuse, clear, direct and expansive. Sometimes the light is an amazing yellow grey in the afternoon, sometimes it is clear as if invisible.

This is life. Right now. Breathe.

He sat down on the couch next to me. He gave me a tissue. “It’s ok, Katie. It’s ok to be sad some.” He reminded to me breathe. He lifted his hands above his head as I would see him do so many times and he said “Deep breath, JT. You’ve got to breathe some.”