I remember a day in LA a couple of decades ago, walking through a parking lot in the urban jungle, when something struck me so funny about what I had just witnessed that I looked up into the vast sky and had a spontaneous, hilarious, magnificent, unforgettable spiritual experience. The
D. H. Lawrence said, and I can’t quote him exactly right now since I am not near my files, “Do what is right under your nose to do. That is the hardest thing, which is why so few people can do it.” I think of this notion often. Often!
There are
The tornadoes blowing through, lives lost and devastated, what is going on in Japan and elsewhere on our little planet home have to be causing each of us to evaluate, personally, what is important and what isn’t. I sat in the middle of the woods today and cried with a
My 60th began just a few minutes ago. I had been thinking to write a personal note to my Mother to say “Thanks Mom for what you did for me 60 years ago today”, but decided possibly others might appreciate the sentiments as well.
For every single day of 6 decades
Today my friend and I went by a stream to make a spring ritual, say prayers, let go of the old and dying, open ourselves to the resurgent life of spring, wash each others’ feet in the waters, baptize ourselves and each other with the water of newly enspirited life.
My windows are open and the birds are back – singing, singing, singing. AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH. What greater miracle? Resurrection is real.
The world, the way we have set it up in the last centuries, has a way of sucking up time, space, tasks, energy commitments so that what and who we love become marginalized, put on a back burner, saved for later. For what cause? There is the question. For what
My sister sent this poem to me today. I liked it enough to want to pass it along.
God Says Yes To Me
by Kaylin Haught
I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic
and she said yes
I asked her if it was okay to be short
and she said it sure is
I asked
I got hooked on watching American Idol when my adorable, and actually quite discerning, youngest daughter Arlene convinced me to watch it. At first I had too hard a time with Simon Cowell. It was difficult to get past the sense of what felt like cruelty that hurt my heart
Tonight I had my first dream group in my new, lovely, gorgeous, blessed space in Weaverville. It was a sacred evening, truly. Then we all went to a restaurant a block away for dinner.
At the meal one of the women asked the others what “community” meant to her. The re-defining