A Cloudy Day

The past few days have unfolded very differently from my plans. I had expected to share fish-fry with Linda and Larry and Linda and Fred and play Hand-and-Foot on Friday evening, and to make vegetable beef soup with my mother’s cornbread for dinner on Saturday with Janis and Larry. I planned a visit with Delcy […]

Thank You, Teacher

“Wisdom tells me I am nothing. Love tells me I am everything. And between the two my life flows.”

~ Nisargadatta Maharaj

I am still in a lot of process, triggered again and again by the teachings and the practice on the 8-day Emerald Ilse retreat, a process fueled by an intention to wake […]

Poetry – Brandon Leake’s Got Talent!

Anyone who lives art knows that psychoanalysis has no monopoly on the power to heal.

Art and poetry have always been altering our ways of sensing and feeling — that is to say, altering the human body.

~Norman O. Brown

Reality TV, like everything else in this human incarnation, has its ups and down, […]

Human Feet

My mind is so busy. I pull myself away from the Tapping Summit to join my Friday morning writing group, and the group seems so focused on the mundane I want to leave. I want to be inside where it is safe.

Finally, Mary reads an incredible poem: “For Calling the Spirit Back from […]

It is Time!

“When you can bring your own energy forth to truly hear others in a compassionate way and can create compassionate dialogue, then you give them a model to bring forth to others who have a more opposite view.

It is this steady expansion of the loving heart we all share that is the greatest […]

Love Will Find a Way

The future won’t always be fair.

But we can try.

We can care.

We can choose to connect.

It can be better if we let it.

~ Seth Godin

Many of my days are spent bearing witness to the clarity secure within our souls as our personalities fling destructive BS into our lives. One recent […]

Reunion

It was 1:53 AM when he got up to pee. Faint shadows from the streetlight danced lazily on the wall. It had been almost midnight when she got to sleep, but she forced her eyes to open sufficiently and adjust to the darkness. He expected it, and she predictably said, “It is 2 o’clock. We […]

Pearls from Clams: Cinquain

Does it make sense to you that when you keep bumping into something in your life, it is about you rather than just about what (or whom) you are bumping in to? That has been happening for me again. I enjoyed using a new poetry form to gain insight and freedom.

The form of […]