As this sidewalk shows, history is all around us if we take the time to look.

It's good to see a vet dancing not fighting or dying on Memorial Day.

On Memorial Day I remember and mourn all servicemen and women who have lost their lives in war. I also remember and mourn all the unnamed, uncounted civilian victims of these wars. This remembering fills me with determination to eliminate the cause of their deaths: war itself.

If you want to bridge the generation gap, simply go where the kids are...like Detroit's Techno Fest.

Morning fog on the river lifts by noon. Will the fog of lies in our houses of government ever lift?

Whenever youth and age come together in openness and mutual respect, both are healed.

May I never escape this web of gratitude.

The spiral circles both into its core and out again into the world. No wonder it is such an enduring symbol.

We Americans waste water and value oil. The day will come when we will see that water is everything.

When I lived in Cleveland and the winds came off of Lake Erie, it was like you’d stuck your head in a distillery. At Bishop’s Ranch in Northern California, we always hoped the winds would not blow towards us from the dairy farm next door. Now I wonder if our Mexican friends to the south pray the winds will not come from their nasty neighbor to the north.

I wonder if Canadian Geese are considered undocumented immigrants in this xenophobic country?

Don't forget to stop and smell the peonies.

Those with whom we share this planet have much to teach us about living in harmony and balance. Where did we humans ever get the idea that we had dominion over such creatures? Responsibility to them, yes, but never dominion over.

When was the last time you sat in a swing and pumped as hard as you could. Don't you think world leaders should be required to do so at least once a week? How could anyone make war if they're touching the sky?

How can we imagine that everything isn't connected?

Why is our president making the US/Mexico border a war zone? Are this little girl and her mother our enemies?

Without rain we would have no flowers. Without conflict we would have no real appreciation of peace.

A true mother cares for ALL children, not just those born from her womb.

A friend in California said he wished he could see spring in Michigan. I told him that our spring can only be appreciated if you've lived through the winter. Like the advent of peace, spring in Michigan unfolds in hints and whispers before exploding into fullness. It catches you by surprise every time.

It's the young ones who give me hope.

There is nothing more dangerous than a political regime that has lost its base of support. They are then capable of anything, even starting a new war to deflect attention from the one that has failed.

Each choice we make is a thread in the tapestry of our life. If these choices harm others, that thread is dropped, creating a hole in the fabric. If we make amends, the thread can be picked up and the hole repaired. But to make amends, we must first recognize our poor choices. That's where self-honesty comes in.

How can my days look like this while a sister in Iraq writes that “our days and nights are unthinkable”? Where is the justice in that?

Isn't it comforting to see that some things never change? Well, maybe the lemonade costs a bit more, but the children's joy remains the same.

Ask a child to draw your portrait and see what comes. Children have a way of going right to the heart of things.

Everyone needs sheroes/heroes who exemplify the work to which they give their lives. This woman--Nobel Laureate Rigoberta Menchu Tum--is mine.

There comes a time when we can no longer see where the path is leading us. That's where trust comes in.

Isn't it amazing how rapidly winter becomes a faint memory?

When you look into the eye of a flower, what do you see?

We shouldn't say it if we don't mean it.

The scent of beauty heals from the inside out.