Rains Fall Soft

Congratulations, Stefanie and Rick. Wishing you a lifetime of love and happiness.

May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
— Irish Blessing

On Children

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.
— Khalil Gibran


Sun-soaked cities in Andalusia, Spain. Life at home is beautiful, but I know there’s a part of my spirit that will always be wandering.



Many of us live our lives very publicly in today’s world. The internet and social media have made it possible for us to share our everyday thoughts, feelings, spaces, opinions, relationships and decisions with complete strangers. As time goes on I see this as more and more of a danger; part of the truth may be left in the shadows. In that respect we only really know half (at best) of someone’s story, and so often we judge what we read or see on the surface without truly understanding.

I found out recently that my closest girlfriend, who had what appeared to be a picture perfect life, was suffering for very many years with depression and suicidal thoughts. She had confided in me that she was sad, but I never knew the extent of her pain. Only after she was on the other side did she have the courage to speak out the whole truth of her story. It hurts me that I was not able to walk through her shadowlands with her, to be there and hold her hand. I wish I had pursued it further when she told me she was sad. Empathy goes a long way but in this case it was not enough.

We are all human beings with flaws. We have no room to judge each other or make assumptions based on what we might see on the surface. Most of us have experienced sadness and suffering in our lives along with joy. Light and darkness are part of our stories. I am continually working on being the kind of person who honors and embraces them both.