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.