Life is so full of metaphor and mystery. I am remembering a conference that I went to many years ago on Whidbey Island in Washington State. It was a gathering of people who had been on cultural exchanges to Kenya with Wangari Maathai, recent Nobel Peace Prize winner. I had
I have these words on my refrigerator, a quotation I once wrote down:
There is no duty so underrated as the duty of being happy. By being happy we sow anonymous benefits upon the world.
Last night I did a little ritual I learned some time ago for dream incubation. I went to bed asking for a dream. This is what I got. It has caused a little laugh going off in me all day long.
In the first part of the dream I am at
Today I want to share this, one of my favorite poems, by one of my favorite poets. The message is a consistent guide to me. I share it with love and gratitude for the wisdom of Rumi.
THE GUEST HOUSE
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new
I heard an extremely compelling lecture tonight that discussed the extraordinary technology that created the pyramids in Egypt. The lecturer mentioned that currently we know from research into ancient Egypt what they used to eat, wear, how they built their bathrooms, how they made love, but we still do not
Held in the Gaze
For the last two days the Wild Life Land Trust calendar has been sitting next to me as I have been working on my schedule for the coming year. The gaze of this Ocelot has been looking into my eyes constantly. After having the Moon
Tonight at our dream group I felt myself standing in the middle of the oldest, holiest temple I can imagine. In the realm of the psyche, so charged with illuminated life and wisdom, where a soul meets its own self raw and unvarnished, our little group seemed to be standing
I am thinking strongly tonight of a friend who is honoring the first anniversary of the sudden death of his much loved wife. I am also in constant touch with another friend who is in the first months of living into the unexpected death of her husband of 30 years.
I
A peaceful revolution, organized on Facebook, by the youth, that toppled a tyrannical regime of 30 years in Egypt – I knew that we were in a new world but I have never felt this feeling, that it IS so new. This is just the beginning of what is possible.
The Poet with His Face in His Hands
You want to cry aloud for your
mistakes. But to tell the truth the world
doesn’t need anymore of that sound.
So if you’re going to do it and can’t
stop yourself, if your pretty mouth can’t
hold it in, at least go by yourself