“Vitality denotes “physical or mental vigour, an energy where there is power to continue in existence, to live and grow.” Strength of being seems to accompany vigour for it also implies a courageous state of staying the course when circumstances are challenging. Though winds of adversity may blow, you in your life energy, persist – beyond survival to flourishing. Vigour leaps over stagnation, inertia, indifference, boredom, despair and demands...

“It flows fluidly without constraint: like a clear stream of water from a mountain top. Though there are rocks, the water curves itself naturally around any of the hard obstacles as if they were not there. No stopping, jarring, interrupting, just a steady flow of ease – sometimes so quiet, tranquil and calm that it is barely noticeable. But its absence is duly noted for from the vacuum created, a stress emerges that ease does not know. They are...

“With the overlapping of circumstances, situations, occasions, prospects, possibilities, opportunities, any kind of schedule seems to have fallen by the wayside. What is planned is in mind but when the heart, serendipity, spontaneity, and synchronicity step into your picture; frame, grid, connecting points, convergence melt away and profound presence assumes their place. Never forceful or pressing or pleading but emerging in a state of...

“You can appreciate when someone like Jesus, or Buddha, Mohammed, St. Francis of Assisi, John the Baptist, Mary Magdalene or even YOU need to withdraw from the world. Whether it is the desert, the cave, the mountain top, under the Bodhi tree or spa, find the down time when your threshold has been reached. You’re so tired, drained, frustrated, angry, teary – all signs to withdraw to regroup, refresh, re-energize, reboot, RELAX before venturing...

“Friends visiting this weekend. Son leaving for college next weekend. Sister’s friend had a baby. Grandpa was buried a week ago. The sapling is growing nicely this summer. The grand oak – so beloved – was struck by lightning and had to be cut down. First camp for the six-year-old nephew; it will be the last canoe trip for Uncle Bob. The graduation ceremony was beautiful; Aunt Mary took her last rites in hospital as she wanted. You remember the...

“As chance – or was it something else? – would have it, a little toadstool appeared in the planter the other day. You could call it a mushroom but unlike what you see in a typical mushroom, it was a pale, soft green, yellow color, amazingly delicate and beautiful in its petite symmetry.  Was this a fluke? Was it bringing a special message? Was its presence showing how important it is to take notice of what is around us? Perhaps the latter…...