This morning, I opened curtains onto a gorgeous, sun filled day. My head filled with “What a Wonderful World” as sung by Joey Ramone. I felt filled with joy. Then I flashed on the prisoners at Guantanamo Bay, being taken from their fellowship, desperate, hungry, fighting their guards with broom handles. My heart cracked. To the altar I went to sit with both of these. Sun streaming in behind me, I gathered as much of the world into my consciousness as possible. Breathing, I op
. “Success isn’t about what you get. It’s about who you become.” – Steven Barnes This quote floated across my feed this morning. Steven Barnes means it. The thing that most struck me about this statement wasn’t just the truth of it, but the realization that though most of us will nod our heads in agreement, I also know how many of us don’t believe this, deep down. We may not equate success with stuff, but still equate success with becoming a person who: has the right job, or
. Sometimes we need to see the world anew. Yesterday at the soup kitchen, a voice came from behind me, “Dead Can Dance! I love them. Did you get to see them?” Ah. My concert t-shirt. Yes, I responded, I just saw them at the Greek Theater. “I got to see them at the Paramount around six years ago. They were great!” he replied. We chatted about their music for a moment, and what a great venue the Paramount is, then he went to pack up the food he was taking away and I returned t
This morning, as I checked comments on yesterday’s blog post, one thoughtful commentator inquired as to how one could say that another was “in error” when one was not part of that person’s tradition. I left the following response, and realize now that my real “error” in first announcing that I would sit in silence last night was that I may not have been clear enough in my intentions. My hope is that this reply to my interlocutor will help to clarify, and further the discussio
. This morning, pale light shining in the darkness of the living room drew me west in my home, instead of east where I usually do my morning sitting practice, exercise, and altar work. I looked to the deep blue sky slowly lightening to turquoise, and there was the moon – gibbous, on the wane from full – peaking through the branches of the tall sycamore. Instead of going to my altar for my usual morning practices, I decided to make a cup of tea and do some moon gazing first. C
So often I write about action. Today, I write of the importance of inaction. Here is a brief meditation to help us slow down inside, and return to the breath of life: Slow your breathing down. Tune out the distractions and dive into the still pool of your soul. Compassion fatigue? Worry? Feelings of being overwhelmed? Let them drop for now. Let yourself float in the warm waters of renewal. There is nothing happening that you can solve by pacing the floor, or lying awake, or r
There is something in you so fine, so beautiful, and so rare. Do you sense it, coiling within you? Can you see it, reflected in your eyes as you look into the mirror upon awakening? It is there. Under the tousled hair, and just above the swollen bags beneath those eyes, there is a glint, a shimmer, a spark. We need you. We need you to sit and breathe and open to the silence of your soul. We need you to sink into the silence so you may rise into the song. Yes. That song: The s
“If you’re comfortable, you’re probably making the easy, wrong choices.” – Scott Sonnon Lately, I’ve been feeling extreme discomfort. Changes have been coming in my work and my Work for a long time. I’ve been training, taking steps in the right direction, and yet, I have not made a big shift that will actually free up the time, energy, attention and grace necessary for the larger, deeper change to activate. My ego has been resisting this, fearing the bigger risk, not wanting
At geometric dance
Before high window. Laughter of delight
Penetrates still meditation.
Thank you, brother bird. Breathe, courting vibration
From the belly up the spine.
What do you court today? #hummingbird #meditation #poetry
The rain asks questions that only my soul knows answers to. The mind is not soft enough to comprehend this opening. When I open to the rain, there is a lightness that occurs in solar plexus, and a gentle expansive waving of connection all around my form. The form opens to that which has no boundary but that of association. The water is in motion. So am I. And in this motion, something in me feels quite still. This stillness does not come from pointed focus, but from a diffuse