Watching

At Walt Whitman’s birthplace, just a short walk from the house in which I grew up and where my parents still live.

New Year. Super moon.

It’s Ganesha’s birthday. Never hurts to make offerings to the one who would help us navigate more skillfully the obstacles that life has in store.

This cookie fortune has been taped to the bulletin board in my office for a couple of decades. Sometimes I remember to notice it.

The sacred is where we see it and when we treat it as such.