Tree of Life
Sometimes, I like to think of myself as a tree. My roots are deep, and they tangle around the mycelium that the fungi spread out beneath the upper world to tie everything together.
Sometimes, I like to think of myself as a tree. My roots are deep, and they tangle around the mycelium that the fungi spread out beneath the upper world to tie everything together.
Dear Beloved Heart of the World, I am part of you, and you are part of me.
My beloved Chris Boeve, left his body on April 5, 2012, almost twelve years ago, but in honor of his birthday, February 9, 1944, I offer this excerpt from my book, Life of Kai, a memoir of awakening.
I don’t believe that the ego self/personality self has much access to freedom.
When I say delight, the first thing that comes to mind is De Light, the light.
We are being given an urgent call. Our culture is changing faster than we can keep up.
I was raised in the church. I am the daughter of a minister whose church sat in the middle of the town green
There are times when I can hardly believe how privileged [...]
I hear a lot of talk about ancestors. The native American tradition focuses much attention on those who have come before.
It is the end of the year. Time for rituals of letting go and taking up. This year, I feel even more focused on letting go.