Walking in the rain, the ocean is calm and as matched in grey as the soft clouds above do loom and sway I feel the stillness of equanimity and yet so alive is Her Nature Dancing all around me Stepping out to the edge of the sea over a hundred hummingbirds soared to […]Read More Blinding Perfect
Layers “So much luggage!” the voice says. I laugh, taking off the needs, those heavy needs unbuckling the how’s and the why’s and the rapturous, dissonant speeds like a tear escaping in the wind like a ferry departing the shore fleeting, this moment,and yet necessary I wonder, to wander into it a little more Asking “Can […]Read More Layers
Edges to Stillness the oceanside taught me, and continues to teach that there are no edges there are no edges in life edges are just a perception of what we are willing to accept and what we are willing to let go of to give of ourselves more fully and the bridge between these perceptions […]Read More Edges to Stillness
Re-Birthing A Field Fearlessness and the Friend called my feet to a Field This field could whisper to my Noticing So cleverly, it asked me to drink from the delightful Refreshment right there, at the Spring beyond the end of the path; Remarkably located at the end of my yearning; I laughed, for an “X” […]Read More Re-Birthing A Field
The warm smoke flows almost invisibly over the silken, silver sand of “Wikkaninish” beach on Vancouver Island’s North West Coast. Harmonizing the fresh salt air; the sweet sun-warmed berry leaves hedging the shore; the richly diverse grasses lend themselves indulgently to the massage of each new gust. Not one thing, not even I, is separate […]Read More Returning Om. A Meditative Break On The West Coast.