Out here in the far reaches of creation, I sail the Cosmic seas between stars. Like Voyager as it swings past Jupiter, frolics among Saturn’s rings, and discovers Titan’s thick blue haze, I relish life’s encounters as they arise within. Each one brightens me, lightens me and all of creation as well. Now, […]
That hurt that stops you like a bear trap, metal teeth cutting to the bone is really but a raindrop on a hot rock. It sizzles and then evaporates. But the mind tells the story of pain and blood, and a cold winter storm until the hurt becomes a bomb dropped on the city […]
We ride horses across the plains, the air bittersweet with sage and sunflowers. I tie my bay to a ponderosa, as my brother, sister-in-law, and niece secure their horses. We hike to a cliff overlooking Coyote Creek, a pooling oasis that trickles down from the Turkey Mountains. My brother hands me the box, […]
My wrinkles are the roads I have wandered in this life, the paths up mountains and through valleys. This body, one mere day hike in the great landscape of eternity. Photo: Depositphotos.com
The music of morning: chirp chirp, cluck wee wee slip slip yee yee yee woo wit woo wit. A waning moon glows against pale rosy blue drip drip of dew breeze wraps like a cool cloak. Thump, thump, thump… My heart plays the percussion of this love symphony amplifying It throughout the Cosmos.
The mind wants to know where we’re going what inn we’ll sleep in tonight. It wants to know what diner we will eat in and what’s on the menu too. But really we are gypsies we are Bedouins traveling the great distance each day a surprise oasis in the desert a gift in its […]
Please enjoy this guest post by JoHanna Hartwig Threads Do we know the threads that bind the inner weavings of the soul? We theorize, mentalize, and cognize and yet mind cannot grasp. The Weaver weaves patiently in rooms above the mind. Rooms flooded with pristine reflections, Rooms vibrating with singing threads, We dance the ballet […]
It calls as though from a great distance light years and galaxies away. It whispers, quiet as the rustle of a raven wing, “Come.” And when I listen yet more closely It explains how. Between thoughts arrives the map and a compass needle pointing Home. “Follow the beating pulse of your joy the arc […]