Yesterday I’m pretty sure I wasn’t listening to Sky Light, the new name given to me in a dream for my internal feminine wisdom. When I left the mountain to go into Asheville to have dinner with some friends, I had checked the weather forecast carefully, as well as consulting with experienced mountain friends.
Last night I had an extraordinary dream that I am guessing came out of writing about Sophia yesterday, one name given to the deep feminine soul of the world. I’m thinking this dream could be for all women. In it a woman was using a tool with a little tiny light on
Listening to the news last night (I am not one of those that I wrote about yesterday who are giving it up) and hearing that Washington D.C. is paralyzed by the snow, New York City is almost as bad, an earthquake happened in Chicago of all places, there still aren’t enough help
In the last few days I have heard from three different people, all from different places, that they are in the process of deciding to cut way back on watching the news, or of eliminating it altogether. In each case these are very extraordinarily well-informed, thoughtful, concerned, pro-active citizens. When I heard it from
Recently I read in one of Rilke’s poems the following beautiful words. The image has stayed with me hauntingly. Talking to God who Rilke imagines living in the room next door he writes:
I know you are all alone in that room.
If you should be thirsty, there’s no one
to get you a glass
Carl Jung suggests that the purpose of our lives as humans is to make the unconscious conscious. We all go about it in our various ways, but that is the theme. Buckminster Fuller said something along these lines that having heard it helped shape my life, I believe. When I speak of
I am an especially fortunate person in that the subject of greatest interest to me, and the field of my livelihood, is the psyche – the personal psyche, collective psyche and the objective psyche. The latter might be defined as the connective tissue in everything that is. So, there is literally nothing I can
Sometimes sadness just wants her time, her due. She requires respect. She doesn’t want to be shoved aside as though she doesn’t matter or has nothing to say. She is not inclined to behave wildly to get attention, she simply crawls up out of her cave in the heart and sits there. My
I have recorded my dreams since I was 24 years old, and since that time I have also been blessed with having someone in my life who knows the language of the dream to help me interpret them – until a year ago. Financial constraints made it impossible for me to
Yesterday I felt addressed as I saw the lively rush of a stream in an otherwise frozen and motionless terrain. I had been feeling stagnant and the water reminded me to let that kind of movement and vitality flow through my internal landscape. Today the stream is talking to me some more. February 4, 32 years ago today,