Humans begin their lives in a watery cave, the womb. That is where the individual’s consciousness is initially formed. In some ways that consciousness is lost as the daylight world begins its play, makes its demands, and tricks the mind into literal interpretations of the stories that a person lives.
Many
Buddhists explain that the real nature of the universe is emptiness. I have felt this at times in meditation and dreams, that space between notes or between frames in the pictures. I am experiencing that death and illness bring us closer to comprehending what they speak of.
I had a recent dream in which my
NBC News tonight reported striking news. Astronomers have found a planet just outside our solar system that they call a “Goldilocks Planet – not too cold, not too hot, possibly just right to sustain water and perhaps life.” They are excited to find there that there may be not just
I am thinking, as I often do, of the urgency in Buckminster Fuller’s words that, quoting directly from his writing in Critical Path, he held a “driving conviction that all of humanity is in peril of extinction if each one of us does not dare, now and henceforth, always to
It is in our cells, not our minds. Our minds are like tiny transistor radios attempting to translate the voltage of the sun that is memory. Our hearts know, they can do it; our cells know, they can do it; but our minds, these gorgeous instruments with more powers than any
In the past days there have been many insightful, painful, helpful reminders of the past, both personally and collectively, that I might chosen to dismiss as over, irrelevant, done. But a smoke of truth is filling my senses with the reality that there cannot possibly be a clear look forward
I just happened upon notes that I had taken when I visited a very talented astrologer back in 2001 in Los Angeles. I had never met this man before, and he didn’t ask me anything personal about myself before he turned on the tape and began speaking. I remember clearly
Dicksee – Romeo and Juliet
Just watched the movie Letters to Juliet. When I was a teenager I had posters on my wall of Romeo and Juliet, memorized scenes from the play which I can still recite, and lived a similar story of forbidden love except that I survived, my
One of my biggest teacher’s is my 3-year-old neighbor Hannah. She is wildly excited about life every single day. I don’t think she is ever anything less than thrilled with whatever she is doing. In her favor is the fact that she is genuinely loved by her mother and grandparents
I just started the book Dreamways of the Iroquois by Robert Moss. I want to quote some of his words because he says very well and succinctly what I feel, think and have committed my life to. It is always gratifying to find someone who is saying what is essential