Getting Naked to Self and the World
“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…
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!
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…
When Choices are Nightmares
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…
Cairns in the Wilderness of Your Heart
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…
One Wound—Two Stories and the Oval Office
I confess to being baffled by the challenges of meeting and engaging with the human world these days. I’ve held back in allowing my creative expressions to flow freely and…
I am not a fickle lover
Today I fell in love with light the way it freely falls from the sun and hangs like diamonds in the sky gathered by green pine needles as though this…