What might it be like…
What might it be like to sacrifice the smallness and sureties of this separate self identity upon the altar of Mystery and bow in wonder and amazement gazing upon the…
What if… the courage of attention and acceptance change everything?
Oh my! Do you suppose it even possible to become curious and intimate affectionate even about the wisdom and intelligence contained in these parts of self I hold fearfully out…
The Chickens Are Coming!
Hello Dear Friends, We’re inviting you to celebrate with us the coming of chickens to Magarini and to help us bring this fundraiser to a crescendo of closing! Our target…
Like a butterfly alighting on your heart
We have moved beyond the horizons where righteous beliefs serve the truth of who we are seducing us into illusions of believing we know where we stand in status among…
The veil between the worlds
as if the veil is but an illusion of perception
a creation of inherited imaginations
no longer serving
When God Comes Home
lay in the alley behind the preacher’s house
alone in a pile of dried leaves
between two ole beat-up trash cans
cursing God and dad and life
planning out how to kill myself I did
For the old ones used to say
The stories have been told in whispers down through the ages around campfire circles and even today intimated around certain dinner table gatherings But nowhere spoken more softly were these…