To See Your Face in the Forest
Oh so you are feeling alone in the world?Might you insteadlike to see your face in the forestand know it as your own?And then, like an intimate lover,acclaim the beauty…
Oh so you are feeling alone in the world?Might you insteadlike to see your face in the forestand know it as your own?And then, like an intimate lover,acclaim the beauty…
“God! Why am I here? Please! Just tell me. Show me! God! H-e-l-p m-e! Please! Why am I here?” The pleading scream erupted out of the deep high mountain stillness…
It’s all a question of story. We are in trouble just now because we do not have a good story. We are in between stories. The old story, the account…
I recently shared a resource link to the Rockefeller Institute’s Resilience: A Literature Review. An excellent response to that review, titled The Missing Link: The Biology of Human Resilience, is posted…
The young man in the video below has taken the theme I sought to express in my earlier post, Out Beyond Identities, to a beautiful and personal and national level….
there is a presence in the beating of your own heart
a primal drum calling you home
like a rain drop returning to the sea.
To be an Earth Pilgrim is to revere Nature as our sacred home, and see all our life as a sacred journey to become at one with ourselves, with others and with Nature.