The Born and the Unborn

Poetry

I long for the deep and yet I stay riveted on the shallow pathways of my mind.   Afraid to descend into the shadows I follow the path of distractions.   The familiar keeps me bound to a false sense of self and security.   Maybe the poem ends here in the...

A Very Strange Day

Presence

Did you ever have a day when the best thing feels like beginning again tomorrow.  It wasn’t a terrible day just a strange day filled with little inconveniences.  The water was shut off just when I was about to step into the shower.  No warning just no water.  I found...

Rage

Nervous System, Spiritual Awakening

If you are on a spiritual path it’s inevitable that you will come face to face with rage. This is really challenging for those of us who are spiritually inclined because we don’t like rage. Rage isn’t nice. It isn’t reasonable. It’s big...

The Body is Innocent

Self Care Practices

I feel the weight of my body on the seat and the coolness of air on my toes.  It’s good to be here.  The sound of a lawn mower is familiar and soothing to my nervous system.  My nervous system was activated from an early morning disturbance in the strata complex where...

Sweet confusion

Poetry

As my attention rests more in the present moment I notice that I have stopped looking for answers outside of my own experience.  Everything I need to know is right here in this experience I’m having.  Facebook posts can’t speak precisely to where I’m at nor can...