Today, I sought the pinesand stonesonce more.Descending into the steep gullyto look for sweet watereasing…
Category: everyday mystic
Sunrise is still a persimmon glowstriping the horizon lowbetween the trees.The sky is grayand the…
“…much of life
is about flinging our hearts
open to uncertainty,
about extending our hands
into mystery,
and about having
the courage to let Life
live us
in full.”
“…Let us be both humbled by
and inspired by this sheer
miracle of being.”
In the morning,the woodpeckers are quiet,sitting expectantly in the treetopsas the sun rises.Later they will…
“…May we find refuge in knowing
that this is where we come from,
a force so irresistible and strong,
that she spun an entire universe
from nothingness into now….”
This morning I satwith the black cat on my lapand breathed the first breathsof October.The…
We set forth seeking chanterelles,past the barriers of thorn and bugand into the quiet slopes…
There is steam lifting fromthe wild grapevinesand a spider web strungacross the porch rails,threaded with…
Last night I was kept awakeby prayers,fragments of gratitudeand connection tumbling throughmy mind and fingertips,the…