I have never talked about this before, and I have some trepidation about doing so. I can’t quite believe that I haven’t, but I haven’t. It is maybe too sacred, too scary, yet here I am in strange blogosphere world ready to tell this story for the first time.
When my ex-husband and
I approached my dreamwork session today with some fear and trepidation. I had a recent dream that has been very disturbing to think about and I really couldn’t find it’s meaning myself. In the dream a doctor ordered a lobotomy for me. There was no arguing with this authority in the dream, his
I was reminded today in a conversation with a dear friend of a value that I learned at an early age from Buckminster Fuller. He said he felt the world would be a different place if people depended “always and only on their own experience”. Bucky even re-wrote whole systems
The news last night reported that with the earthquake in Chile the earth’s tilt shifted. Talk about change! Brian Williams says that earth science has a long way to go understanding this, but with that tilt a fraction of a second of the day was lost. Time changed. Earth changed.
I am so often helped by Carl Jung’s articulation that creative life is found in the tension between opposites. If you don’t move to one opposite or the other, but hold the tension between them both, a third aspect that wasn’t there before can arise. He called this the Transcendent
I have never bothered to post pictures before, but today, wanting to honor Snow, my captor, I decided to put up these shots I took just a few minutes ago. The one on the left is outside my back door, the one on the right is my sweat lodge on a
Yesterday I wrote about being shaken. Today, fortunately someone mentioned that I didn’t write a blog for yesterday, which I had, about being shaken. Apparently I was so shaken that I didn’t even realize I wrote it and never posted it! I might never have caught that if it hadn’t
Last night I read something that has shaken me all the way down to my deepest root. It is two lines out of a poem by David Whyte:
Give up all other worlds
except the one to which you belong.
Is that what we all search for, “the world to which we belong?”
My daily readings from A Year with Rilke continue to speak to me as if composed for my special circumstances. The synchronicities can be eerie. Two days ago I was able to leave the mountain for the first time in 10 days. We had a little break in the weather that
Yesterday I had a momentary flash or vision in which I saw a crack in the matrix or whatever the proper word would be for this veil of our consensual reality. I saw right through it for one split second, like a crack in everything. It was as though all