…soul is the delicate yet durable cloth woven …
“…my required cosmic contribution is exacted not at the hour of my death but in the ongoing alchemy of my life through the catalytic force of my conscious work.”[i]
On our fourth day in Glacier National Park in September 2020, we awoke gladly to clear skies on Lake McDonald. …
“Essentially the conscious circle is an intense zone of imaginal interchange in which advanced beings on both sides of the form/formless divide –i.e., some still in their physical bodies, others no longer so—join hands across the realms for a mutual exchange of wisdom, tempering, blessing, protection, and occasionally course correction. …
Waking just at dawn on the first full day in Glacier National Park, provided the opportunity for doing my morning sit on a bench overlooking Lake McDonald. The cool weather warranted a light jacket, as I walked out to the bench – the big sky still faint with the night lights of the distant stars.…
As I finished the closing pages of Cynthia Bourgeault’s most recent book, EYE OF THE HEART (Boulder, CO: Shambhala, 2020), I knew it would take much time and space to absorb and engage more deeply with the wonders and challenges presented in the honest and vulnerable hope she unscathingly shared in the book.…
Where wholeness parts
a stream there flows
forward, backward
inward, outward
circling in circling
Is this She?
The steadfast single one
who dresses none
Stripping all to intimacy…
Crossing over in steady fire
Transmuting sinews of soul
bearing new faces
Touch-me-nots torn from a fist
Wade in waiting
Running in realms
emerging in supple sobriety
Nothing lost
The new unnamed
Pregnant chastity
Alluring poverty
Reckless charity
All is womb!…