"I went walking and found hearts everywhere." Cordiform is the name given to heart-shaped leaves. There are a lot of them along the walking path near the canal outside of my condo. We have the great privilege of awareness. We are witnesses to the world, to each other, and to life. What in the world takes your attention? How do you carry the slice of the world to which you attend?
Read MoreKeeping balance in a world of distractions requires ongoing practice. In what do you place your faith when taking risks or moving forward in life? In what do you have a faith that never wavers?
Read MoreI took a side trip on my way to Salem, Oregon recently and drove the rim of Crater Lake on September 16, 2016. I caught it on a beautiful day, the lake surface reflecting the blue sky like a mirror. I wrote this piece while on thedrive feeling blessed by the beauty I witnessed and happy to have taken the detour!
Read MorePlans are useful and necessary to help us to achieve goals and better our lives. Every once in a while, I feel the tug of whimsy wanting me to abandon my plans and run off on a little adventure. Whether or not I follow its lead, I am always tickled by the feeling. And when I do embrace whimsy, I am almost always rewarded with some little treasure in the moment.
Read MoreWe are married to life. Our relationship to life may be the most intimate of all our relationships, more intimate even than with our parents, our family, our life partner, or our children. We are always in a context, always contained by life, always held in its arms. LIfe made its vow to you and will be with you until death do you part. The question is: What vow(s) would you make to life if you enter into this marriage consciously?
Read MoreHere at the fall equinox: all is even, the sun hugs the equator squaring with the tilt of the earth. It is a day of equanimity between light and dark, a day for harmony between North and South, a day to balance outer and inner. Here is my poetic tribute to the fall equinox for 2016 and to the beauty of aging.
Read MoreMy writing often starts with sensory attention to the immediate world. I sometimes look around my house and see things in and out of place, reminders of projects in process, of a duty that needs doing, of an item needing care, repair, or one best discarded. And it is easy to fall prey to the demand of things and wait on the world. But it doesn't have to be that way! What if you dropped the struggle to shape your life and let the world wait for you?
Read MoreWe often lose ourselves in order to live in the world, shooing away the wild and unacceptable in us and leaving it to fend for itself in a psychic terra-ephemera. But that which we turn away often returns. Our response determines whether it will come as friend or foe, whether it will be our curse or our blessing. How will you answer when the feral child, now fully grown, comes knocking?
Read MoreIn my late teens and early twenties, I often had a strong feeling that something important had happened or was about to happen, something of which I should certainly be aware, but it remained unknown. It was a demanding feeling that sometimes put me on edge. I escaped it by concluding that I must have dreamed something that remained unconscious. The feeling still comes on occasion to this day. I have learned to welcome these deep secrets as a sign of something ripening in the nether regions of my soul.
Read MoreSeveral years ago, I had a dramatic epiphany convincing me that I must write both to save my soul and to express my gift. I have written everyday since then, with rare exception, and know that I will continue to do so as long as I am able and whether or not what I produce is accepted and supported by the world. What is something that you must do to save your soul or for the sake of your sanity?
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