My Dreaming Self
A few weeks ago, I awoke from a dream and as I made my way through the darkness into the kitchen it continued to...
Category: Passages
Caught in the Act of World Creation
Early this morning, I awoke in a dream. I was in a washroom of the kind you find in public buildings, when a man...
Must be Present to Win
Each morning, I read some pages to settle my mind and sit for 30 minutes before diving into my day. Over many months, I’ve...
Venturing into the Known
A thought dropped into my mind a few mornings ago. A bit of background may be useful if this thought is to lead anywhere...
The Ineffable
I was reading a book this morning and encountered the unfamiliar image of “confusion” being the self’s way of “twisting not-knowing to gain control...
The World is Lonely Too
How would I know that the world is lonely? Surely, I’m just projecting a personal feeling onto the environment in which that feeling arises....
River Mystic (Vancouver, BC, 1965)
I began working on a supply boat out of Vancouver that made weekly trips northwards, churning into the inlets notched into the Rocky Mountain...
Strumming the Strings of Hope
Perhaps some of you will be interested in reading an essay of mine published by ReVisions–a Journal of Consciousness and Transformation, in which I...
Turning the Wheel
There are moments when a sudden shift in circumstances, perhaps precipitated by an external event, sweeps away our familiar certainties; and from that day...
Appreciating our Journeys
I appreciate it when someone who has faith in the power of prayer offers to pray for me. And I wish I could offer...