I turned 59 today, the ending of another decade. In the wee hours of the day, after staying up until 2:00 a.m with busy tasks, an enormous storm of thunder and lightning broke out. It was useless to try to sleep so I sat up in my living room in
Maybe this quality, as much as Love, is the nature of the universe. I am thinking right now of people in my life who express generosity as part of their nature as automatically as breathing. They remind me of what life and nature are about – giving. Earth just gives and
These words inscribed above the door of the Temple of Apollo in Delphi proclaim the most obvious and the most difficult of any person’s tasks on this Earth. How can the question of “Who am I?” ever be answered? We are literally made of the same stuff as the stars, the “space” in us
The smell of sweetgrass on this mountain is addictive. Nearly every time I come home from somewhere else and get out of the car, the smell nearly knocks me down, it is so intoxicating. I live in this heavenly fragrance, but notice it more after I’ve been gone. It is for me
Coco Pelli
Here is a picture of Coco (middle name Pelli) taken today, April 21, 2010, the day after his return from Walkabout – new wisdom and maturity already beginning to gleam forth, don’t you think? His 13th birthday is in two days, that’s 91 years old in dog years. His
Well my little man Coco went on a Walkabout, an important aboriginal initiation into adulthood. He’s an adult now, all 12.5 pounds of him. He left my side while I was conducting a retreat in the steep, gorgeous mountains of Etowah, NC, and somehow didn’t find his way back for two
My dog has not come back. Sleeping in the woods. combing the woods with friends, phone calls, posters everywhere. My most beloved and loyal friend has been gone for more than 24 hours. That’s all I can say about that right now.
Kokopelli is a Native American name given to the trickster god which I have been writing about on the last two posts. My dog’s name is Coco, his middle name is Pelli. Now Kokopelli has done his biggest trick. He disappeared Coco Pelli. I am doing a retreat for some
I wrote about the Trickster archetype in yesterday’s post, as I had gotten a strong jolt reminding me of how and why it strikes. Little did I know how it was just getting started. I got up in the middle of the night to write that piece. I’m committed to
I wrote a long paper on The Archetype of the Trickster years ago that I must unearth and rediscover. In many tribal traditions and in Court traditions all over Europe, one of the most carefully assigned of sacred duties is that of the jester, trickster or clown, whose duty it was to inject humor and