On humility and kindness, for self and others, in a season of grieving.

What do Donald Trump, a trip to Costco, and my dog have in common? More than you might imagine. A strange confluence of events culminated this morning in a surprising, personal revelation.

You’ve heard someone say it. Heck, maybe you say it. “I’m spiritual but not religious.” But what the heck does that really mean?

Dragons are the mythological, metaphorical expression of our innermost fears; the sea they inhabit our unknown future.

It’s sad to think that we need guidance in how to grieve, how to be with someone who has gone through a loss when it’s as basic as The Golden Rule: treat others as you would be treated. Simple as that sounds, we don’t do it.

Happiness these days is big business. But all the stuff being foisted upon us at every turn contributes not one iota to our happiness.

Your judgments reflect who you are and determine who you are. Are yours based in love, or in something else?