The stars are immense ~ the clear night sky is truly magnificent during this dark window of the new moon. And yet, most of western culture inhabitants live in places where it is not possible to exist free from light
Coming into Relationship
Night Message: Surrender in Trust
As I sat with the night sky, drinking in the cool breeze, the wind in the trees, I asked Her to unwind my nervous system, to recalibrate me to the true speed of life. Lightning flashing in the north, illuminating
Sitting with the Night
Each night when I’m home and the weather is good, I go to sit with the night. Sometimes I meditate with my mala, and sometimes, I just sit and listen. This has become one of my favorite things in
Mid-Morning’s Knowing
The rusted funnel of my consciousness wanders among the clouds of mid-morning’s knowing, and only the butterfly understands the tunnel of lightness that has opened, that has swallowed me whole, resisting nothing, saying nothing, holding only the knowledge of trust
Go and Be With the Night
Sitting on the deck, drinking in the night. I love the Real World!!! The Night, the Forest, the Fireflies, the Breeze, the Cricket Song, the Trees, the Light Mist of Rain. I love these things that bring me into my
Honoring Bob Willoughby
Sometimes it’s hard to unravel a story of the present moment back in time to its “beginning,” and it seems that every beginning is simply the continuation of some previous moment or story, too. As I’ve pondered how to honor
Ropes
I am sitting here on the ground surrounded by remnants of frayed rope. Hemp rope, rough and scratchy. My hands are red and burned, and my body is bruised. But the pain in my body is small right now, when
10 Ideas for Adding Authentic Joy & Cheer to the Season
Beginning just before Halloween, stores in the US start blasting holiday music, setting up displays of Christmas tree decorations, menorahs and candles, sweet treats, toys, and special gift-giving displays that are nearly impossible to avoid. The consumer holiday machine grows
What is a Woman?
What is a woman? An object of desire, a body that lends presence to a daydream, a fantasy of unspeakable pleasure? A fragrance, a glance, a soft touch, curves and shadows, seductive and alluring, calling the ancient memory of something
Foncebadon & The Iron Cross
Excerpted from The Slowest Pilgrim ~ the story of my journey along the Camino de Santiago pilgrimage road. *** Foncebadon is a fabled village of wild dogs and even wilder fear. A village finally back in the mountains, a place