Sitting outside meditating. A breeze strokes my cheek. I open my eyes to see a hovering hummingbird gazing at me. Hello, dear one. I see you.

I cannot witness the suffering of the world without being affected by it. Do I cut myself off from witnessing, thinking I can protect...

Where is our hope? Love is our joy, our purpose, our anchor, our hope.

I’m sitting on the porch with my second cup of coffee, logged into the Merlin App from the Cornell Lab of Ornithology. The app is...