Choosing Heart and Risking Vulnerability
I am the river and the river is me. — Maori saying “Do I contradict myself? Very well, then. I am large. I contain multitudes.” — Walt Whitman There are…
I am the river and the river is me. — Maori saying “Do I contradict myself? Very well, then. I am large. I contain multitudes.” — Walt Whitman There are…
It is true. I slept with Rumi last night. Yes. It is true too that he wears a beard and that after a January’s week of being alone in a…
There’s a lot going on for all of us these days. Least ways, sure seems that way in my corner of the world. I’ve been in some deep incubation, too…
The word wild is like a gray fox trotting off through the forest, ducking behind bushes, going in and out of sight. Up close, first glance, it is “wild”-then farther…
The potency of our worldviews is part and parcel of the wild resiliency keystone process, The Power of Arrival — A Self in the World. What I like about the…
“Many men go through life as though they wore horse blinders or were sleepwalking. Their eyes are open, yet they see nothing of their many wild neighbors. Their ears, attuned…
OK, I’ve spent enough of my life orienting toward fear and perfectionism that occasionally I realize the only way through such predatory energy lies in the cauldron of their fires….