inSpirations and inSights on my pebbled garden path…
I welcome healthy discussion and a non-hostile open exchange of ideas...something almost antiquated with contemporary versions of communication such as shouting down, propaganda, fake news, and trolling. This makes me think of the importance of aeration. Compacted soil, like hateful rhetoric or one-sided Group Think with a buried agenda, prevents circulation and nourishment thereby starving …
Incomprehensible. Sixteen deaths in 2019, with six of them very close to me --- friends, co-workers, family, and my beloved border collie Bess vanished in a six-month tsunami of clearing relationships from my life. In weathering this heavy-hearted summer, a healing practitioner recommended The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying by Sogyal Ripoche. Filled with …
"You spend the first half of your life acquiring and the second half discarding." Loading the pick-up truck with things too good to discard, I recalled traveling this multifarious path before. Most of my life actually. From Mom setting up our apartment after my parents divorce, to my returning home from college...to storing relics in …
Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life search for love and wisdom. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â ---Rumi Leaving the funeral director's office, I silently expressed thanks to God and …
Synchronicity delivered timely and profound guidance to me before my mother's passing. Surprisingly, it originated from a talented Spanish guitar musician (and yoga instructor) whose concert I attended just months earlier. Johannes Linstead's message radically shifted my thoughts about death and erased any long-held fears. Since that time, it's become my mainstay. I've included his …
The garden rests under November's grey skies and already freezing temps while I practice morning Qigong inside. Looking up, I notice this solitary tree glowing amidst bare woods. It reminds me of my brother, Robert --- my last living immediate family member and only sibling, who recently passed. Years ago, when one of my dogs …
The soul knows when to go.
Looking out my window during morning Qigong practice, I glanced up to see this intricate spider web. Amazing to view its work up close...a meditation in itself. With Halloween approaching, I dug deeper into the curiosities of this scary holiday. I never understood Halloween's color combination of orange and black but now it makes more …
wRighTing My Life 