My bat Yesterday I was out for a hike in Arkansas when a huge butterfly fluttered into my face. It startled me, and I waved it away, ...

It’s Lent, and I’m not Catholic; nor do I currently belong to a Protestant congregation that distributes ashes or fasts for the occas...

Meditation takes a lot of forms, and for me, it often takes place with pen in hand. When I’m writing, I tend to go deep and make di...

Yesterday was magical—one of those perfect late-summer days in the Ozarks, the sun not too hot, a bit of a breeze to boot. My family ...

            With the New Year comes a new meditation regimen for me—and a reminder that I am squirmy by nature. Stopping and just being is...