Yesterday as I was driving back up the mountain after some errands in town, I turned off what I was listening to as I reached the gravel road so that I could listen to the mountain. I have done this ever since I once read an essay of Wendell Berry’s
Recently I ran into this quote by Swami Prajnanpad: “There is no weapon more powerful in achieving the truth than acceptance of oneself.” It has been playing itself over and over in my mind. Self-doubt, self-criticism, embarrassment for careless remarks — how does a person overcome these things? We live with ourselves
My facial muscles are hurting today from smiling so much last night watching the Grammy’s. Shining through all of the ego things that they all have to learn to navigate, the spirits and eyes and hearts of these artists just twinkled. And the music was so great.
The moment I probably won’t ever
I believed in past lives before I even knew I believed in past lives. Being raised Catholic, the concept surely wasn’t ever taught to me. But when I was little I can recall myself saying such things as, “I know I can do this because in a past life I
A good friend, a recording artist and musician, RB Morris, is doing a show tonight in Knoxville with some artists coming in from Nashville and I had hoped to go. I’m snowed in on the mountain, and have to accept the reality of this as much as I’d like to
Last evening I had plans to listen to a teleseminar that a friend told me about. Brian Swimme would be giving a live lecture. He is a scientist and cosmologist whose work has inspired me for the better part of two decades, who I quoted almost as often as Carl Jung
R. Buckminster Fuller was a good friend of my father’s, so I had the distinct privilege of growing up spending family vacation times with him and has family on Bear Island, off the coast of Maine, of having him often as a house guest, and of being with him as he
I have had a wild last several days, with an epic length, horrible nightmare with no redeeming quality in it to top off the days. Yesterday I drove into town to lead a dream group feeling like I had just emerged from a train wreck; disoriented, my brain felt in shock, my body all beat up. At
Driving toward home on these country dirt roads last week I met with a van that was coming down the mountain. The driver stopped to ask for directions; he was a chimney cleaner who had cleaned my chimney last year. He recognized me and said, “You’re the dream lady!” Well I guess I
I committed to write every day for 40 days, and yesterday it didn’t happen. I actually wrote a piece into a Word file, but because of a storm going on outside I had no internet service and could not post it. So I think I will just trust the wisdom of that and