Standing at the Creative Center
Standing at the Creative Center What would it be like allowing the world to be as it is and you as you are To see deeply into the nature of…
Standing at the Creative Center What would it be like allowing the world to be as it is and you as you are To see deeply into the nature of…
Woke in the night to the ancient voices of denigration and unworthiness to never-can and never-will be enough for the self-love of relaxing into “just as I am.” Caught the…
“There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.” — Bashō Matsuo, Zen poet 1644-1694 Allowing one’s…
What if I were to tell you everything you learned in church and school of how to be who you truly are is wrong? You know the truth of this….
I saw the most wondrous thing today! A Tree—a grand and ancient Oak actuallyher long gangling arms reach skywardgnarly roots stretch out all around underfoottogether weaving a holographic tapestry of…
Tell me, have you ever walked into a nightmare twice? The second time of your own choosing? I intend to ask not what you might think. What I want to…
Have you noticed how the world is woven of delicate webs of friendship care and empathy and love vulnerability and risk and trust and being self-true too all while holding…