My favorite time of any day is the hour or so after waking when I stumble, with coffee in hand, to my spot on the couch, often lighting candles and burning a little sage or Paulo Santo, and sit down to write out my dreams and morning thoughts. This is
I recently experienced a powerful little event that informed my body and psyche about the power of physically holding someone. It was metaphoric, but I got the message keenly.
The joint at the base of my right thumb went out somehow and the pain was unbelievable. All up my arm and
One of my favorite poems of Rainer Maria Rilke’s is this one from Rilke’s Book of Hours:
I believe in all that has never yet been spoken.
I want to free what waits within me
so that what no one has dared to wish for
may for once spring clear
without my contriving.
If this is
I had a dream last night about ghosts and truly wish I could remember the specifics of it. As I awakened, though, it was crystal clear to me that any energy system that was there, incarnated, and now it isn’t leaves an energetic pattern, that which we call a ghost.
Considerations regarding a possible move closer into town, out of my remote mountain location – a notion that has rather shocked and shaken me since my return from Africa – have me reflecting on the two minds we as humans seem to house. Appreciating the distinction between these two minds
My first trip to Africa in 1997 was a profound experience. I remember the hunger I felt as I set out to go, wanting to sink into the heart of that continent and hear deeply her rhythm. I couldn’t wait to get out of Nairobi and feel the beat of
There has been a wind storm going on outside for hours, utterly compelling. I have been aware of it while I tended to the many things of the evening inside. But when the time came, after midnight, to finally walk outside and be with the wind and only the wind
I listened to tonight’s State of the Union address while driving in my car. Though I stay away from politics in my blog posts for the most part, I do want to mention something that I heard in this speech which heartened me very much.
Describing Kibera, the largest slum in
Kibera, the largest slum in Africa, outside Nairobi in Kenya was the site of my recent visit to Africa. I am going to let these photos tell the story better than my words could tell you about the living conditions and level of poverty there.
Neighborhood in Kibera
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Readjustment to life on our continent has held some challenges for me. When I gather myself back up, there are more stories of Africa to tell. For now let me make this tribute to the unfathomable wonder of the animals we were privileged to witness on the Masai Mara. I