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So, I know that we each create our own reality. And I know there is no way I can truly and deeply and completely comprehend the world that my best friend creates. Nor can she comprehend the world I create.

We often joke about this, but it wasn’t until I saw...

When I created my Change Model years ago to help systems people understand the process people go through when they have to change to a new system, I drew on my experience from watching people resist learning new systems, getting frustrated about having to do it, feeling incompetent...

Several years ago when I started thinking about developing an online course on the Hero's Journey, I told a friend I would really like to do it as a story -- and he suggested I consider using the Wizard of Oz.

As soon as I read the book that L. Frank Baum wrote in 1900, I knew...

I wasn't expecting to begin my day with tears.  I've remained very dedicated to my work these past few weeks because the deadline for launching my Hero's Journey course is approaching.

And yes I am angry and I am sad and I feel like my heart is breaking...

I had no idea how much my life would change the day I signed up for courses in Mythology and World Theatre my freshman year in college. Learning about the Hero’s Journey in the early 60’s opened a whole new world for me. Now, looking back over my life, I see that what I...

I was watching a video in which Rick Hansen, neuropsychologist and author of the books Buddha’s Brain and One Good Thing, explained it wasn’t my fault that I focused more on negative thoughts than positive ones.

It seems that the ancient part of our brains has a...

I have a confession to make. I don’t always meditate every day, even though I tell everyone they should.

What happens to me is what happens to most of us. We have every intention to stop, to sit still for brief time, to just be. But life gets going, we get revved up, and the day slips by...

This morning we had a big wind, a wind that made me think of the big bad wolf huffing and puffing to blow the house down. Remember him in the story of The Three Little Pigs? Well, this was that kind of wind. It came swooping up the valley in huge gusts, making groaning noises as it swirled...

NOTE: I wrote this post several years ago when Amelia was a kitten and Greg was still with us. I'm posting it on our new website today, Christmas Day, to honor Greg's beautiful, loving, and calm nature, which Amelia and I sorely miss . . .

Meet Amelia, who has been driving me...

I keep this Guest House poem by Rumi in a frame on my desk because long ago I learned from Sogyal Rinpoche’s writings that our mind is like a flea. Thanks to him, one day when I was seriously considering suicide I sat and watched my mind for a few minutes and saw clearly for the first time...