What the Windmill Knows
Breath is the highway and also the blowing wind. And as the tumbleweeds tumble head over heels along the dusty miles of our time...
Category: Passages
A New Year’s Greeting
Our Hard-won Treasure I wonder why this doesn’t feel stranger than it does. Here I am, very early in the world, standing on the...
Nature, Nurture and the Flickering Flame
We’re all born into circumstances and for our entire lives our experience is thwarted or facilitated by those circumstances. The twin influences of nature...
In the Flow
Have you ever wondered how you fit in with everything in your experienced world? Or course, we all have. Another, more subtle question is:...
Love Letter to the Present Moment
I wish you were here. It’s hard to really enjoy myself without you. I try to be open to your presence but my mind...
Going Without Going
There’s a Time, Space, and Knowledge practice, “Going Without Going”, in which–in the seated version introduced by Carolyn Pasternak, who passed on this Spring—you...
Searching for Home.
I’m reading a book (“I Still Believe”, by Desiree Woodland) about her struggles to regain her faith (that an all-knowing God is still caringly...
Of Two Minds.
“After apprenticing to such narratives, in typical Western fashion, many of us revise our stories as we move away from home turf, family of...
Tottering in Emptiness.
Sitting one morning recently, watching my breath, watching thoughts and feelings, something occurred to me: that when I die, I’ll be leaving more emptiness...
The Lillies of the Field.
“Behold the birds of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them.”...