The name for my retreat center, Bridging Worlds, came to me after a dream, one of the several very compelling ones that convinced me to take the leap and move from Los Angeles to the remote and ancient mountains of North Carolina. In this dream I was driving my car
I do not know nearly as much as I wish I knew about Feng Shui, like so many subjects I would love to study more. But I do know that in that science/art there is much to realize about your stuff, where it is, what it is, how it allows
Carl Jung referred to man’s evolutionary journey from unconsciousness to consciousness as a project. I am feeling the import of that meaning especially recently. A project is something you work at, a major undertaking, requiring effort and planning. It does not come by non-effort and non-doing, but rather by focus,
God, whatever we conceive her to be, is often most visible and fully experienced in our four-legged friends. They offer a clear mirror for the innocence, purity, wisdom and barely containable joy of divine nature. And they know how to train humans well. They are demanding teachers, lightning-like jolters of
I remember a classroom lecture during my doctoral studies at Pacifica Graduate Institute when archetypal psychologist James Hillman spoke of what he called the naivete of hope. Hope was, after all, he said, the one evil left in Pandora’s box when she snapped the lid back shut. His point as
I see faces everywhere, do you? I mean faces in the clouds, trees, mountains, bushes, sidewalks, ceilings, walls – everywhere, everywhere, always, always, every day. I want to learn to draw so I can render them. There is so much information in them. Endless stories pour out of them.
I have
Sitting outside the bakery in Weaverville in my car, in the dark and cold, in order to get an internet signal since we don’t have it in our new office yet, all day experiencing the delicate operations my current life changes impose at every level – not just physically but
Athena Statue
Along with many in the world, I have watched with a certain numbness and disbelief as America enters yet another war. I am suspicious of how loved and trusted newsmen shape the story, and listened to our President talking about our entry into Libyan affairs tonight with
Blog pages have remained empty and silent as my outer life has been in transition and creative chaos. This weekend I spoke with an association of M.D.s and Integrative Health Practioners about the effects of the psyche on the body’s ability to heal, to balance hormones, absorb nutrients, achieve the
There are moments in life when golden opportunities arrive that, if we were to hesitate one moment, could vanish. A door opens suddenly out of the blue, and the personal guidance system says “Yes.” These answers come from a deeper place than the mind can catch up with.
It requires courage