Winds pummel piñons While above A cirrus smile.
Please enjoy this poem by JoHanna Hartwig. Window Oh sweet one, why do you wander aimlessly in the darkness through the rooms of your mind? Do you not see the glimpses of Light from the Sun’s porch? Why continue to shuffle from side to side in a ballroom with no music? Do […]
The mind wants to defeat to decimate the lower tendencies— lust anger greed attachment and vanity. It wants to win. Meanwhile, the Beloved simply loves them into submission, includes them in the great Oneness that I am. Photo: Hanalei Bay, Kauai, Hawaii
“We have a human body in order to discover our own spiritual essence, and for no other reason. We are not down here simply to create a family, we do not incarnate just to work on an assembly line, and we are not here merely to find the ideal mate or to wear beautiful clothes. […]
I see a stunning scarlet poppy field backed by blue mountains, the beauty easing my being on a cold Monday morning. But then I look at the source of this image on my Facebook timeline and my sense of peace turns to ire. “How dare she post this with no credit to the photographer!” I […]
Rime Ice Aspens shot in the Sangre de Cristo Mountains above Santa Fe
I call on the Beloved and easily sign my name on an agreement to lease out my late mother’s house. While the new tenants sign, I glance at the kitchen where we stand, its white counter and clean paint. Though darkness settles out the window, here all is bright. But later, back at my own […]
How Do I Listen to Thee? In my morning practice I listen to the words and sentences And the whispers in between. When a challenge arises in my day I listen to the quiet voice That helps me find my way. While I work, Does my computer hum or grind? I listen. […]
You alone are the object of your search.—Sri Gary Olsen, Soul’s Divine Journey P.S. If this quote resonates with you, so may the whole book, which is available for free at www.masterpath.org.
Sitting in my car I don my sun hat and lace up my boots in preparation for a morning hike. My phone rings, and when I answer, I hear the voice of the attorney for our neighborhood association. He sounds earnest as he asks how I am. My heartbeat accelerates, assuming he is calling to […]