I just read a headline: “We May Have Found the Part of the Brain Where Conscious Experience Lives.” This has been a focus of science for years, and as fun as the investigation is, it is misguided. Don’t get me wrong. I love science. I trust scientists, mostly. I enjoy reading about where their discoveries …
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Life is Kind That Way
It’s been an interesting evening. Well, it’s been like this for a while, but I am just now attempting to put words to it. Why? Because I can. That’s as close as I can get. It feels like I’m playing a game of Clue and polishing the pieces that have emerged, fascinated by them and …
The Hero’s Journey
Life is a mystically magical tangle of highs and lows, shadow and light, happiness and sorrow. Most of us want the highs and light and happiness without that other stuff. It may be natural, but it isn’t possible. Desiring the good without any of the bad, devising ways to win and conquer, or at least …
Life Itself
It was a glorious walk this morning, earlier than normal. The sun was just peeking over the horizon, lighting the maple trees, the firs and cedars in a most spectacular display, mystically splashing their infinite shades of green against the backdrop of shadow and light. As I walked I found myself dipped in awe, in …
It Doesn’t Have to Be This Way
Life’s basic building block is consciousness, or at the least, that is as much as this appearance in consciousness at present is able to grok. Consciousness, a word, not unlike every word, can only point to that which is inconceivable since it is as deep or shallow as its perceiver. What we perceive is a …
Voyeuristic Delight
How could we ever be strangers. Even the idea of it strays far from the actuality of life. It seems true, appears to be so, and at the same time is an utter impossibility. When we slide into home plate, fresh from our sojourn into form, will we look at one another and see strangers, …
And Maybe That’s the Point
Many years ago when I volunteered at the prison I was talking to the men about the present moment. Even as the words came out of my mouth, I knew that something was off, something very important. For years, the present moment had been offered up as the golden talisman, a charm that once fully …
Maybe There is No Definition and No Way
Real or not real? That is the question, and it seems to be much discussed these days. What is enlightenment? Listen to me … this is what it is. No … it’s not that, it’s this. If we can’t even agree on a definition of what it is, how in the world would we ever …
It Depends
It depends on how you define human. I am guessing my definition would be different from yours. In my definition, I am a messy human just like you, just like the entire population of this glorious planet … another concept I’d need to define a bit differently as well. In the dreamworld, what most call …
Home Sick
I’ve been home sick since Friday, filling the hours with writing, reading and watching the tv. Not a lot of energy – not covid – some other unnamed virus. Today I celebrate the 5 acres Sophia and I live on, without which my 19-month-old girl would be going stir crazy. It’s so out of the …
A Bug in Amber
It’s such a paradox. We are caught in the middle, trapped like a bug in amber, capable of feeling joy in the midst of sweet sorrow, sorrow in the midst of joyful acceptance. Here, living a human life, we are not only capable, but it seems fated, destined to experience the pull of two. The …
When You Come to the End of the Road
Synchronicity and karma appear to be different, but are they? Folks tend to think of synchronicity when something good happens and karma is generally associated with something bad. One appears to be the future pulling a present action into its orbit and the other seems to be what came before determining the present expression. Both …
This is Your Life
This world, and every experience in it, is the magic show. What one player sees as real, another dismisses. What one sees as the way, another sees as pure fiction. It offers a mystical magical quite ordinary cornucopia, an endless array of life options to explore. Every imaginable expedition across the outer world to unimaginable …
Is Life Really a Pretty Nifty Kaleidoscope?
Having written about life as a kaleidoscope before, I had merely seen it as a great metaphor, not the actuality. Last night, as I settled into meditation after reading a great novel, I noticed the depth and breadth of it. A kaleidoscope holds all the pieces within. The chamber is turned, shifting the pieces, determining …
Begging Your Forgiveness
Dear Sweet Little Body, I am so sorry. I haven’t been a good friend. In fact, I’ve been a stubborn bitch who wants you to be something you aren’t, who ignored you when you didn’t comply, and unfriended you along the way. If I had a friend like me, well, it wouldn’t be pretty when …
Amaya Gayle 