It's easy to say I want the good and the beautiful, but they are sisters to chaos and unhappiness, ugliness and dis-ease.

Without this distance, it I would be in constant commotion. 

Patience. Slowing down. Allowing the art of this moment to arrive... in its own time, its own way. There is no hurrying this art.

As someone who works with couples who want to wed, I also observe that the coming of Spring marks a passage into the "wedding season." Here, in the Northern Hemisphere, it is a good time to reflect on the rituals and ceremonies of the season that rel...

The universe is big.

Every step is a risk.

We dance to improvise a bridge, a merging. This is the art of it all, to persist in this always-failing improvisation.

Success, however we define it, is a moment.

Above all, I want to rescue myself from my impatience and my fear and my doubt.

...and —just for moment!— we are connected. It takes a moment. Then the tsunami crashes down and I am torn apart, confused, doubting, struggling...