The Places We Most Fear to Go

I’ve been reading quite a few novels lately, sci-fi, of course. I love science fiction. It’s such a great teacher. A new insight never fails to appear, opening possibilities previously not on my radar screen. Last night, towards the end of the seventh volume in the series I am reading, the author introduced the likelihood …

A Confluence of Spirituality and Humanity

There is an interesting confluence of spirituality and humanity occurring. I wondered what it would be. Now I see clearly. In the past I have referred to the intersection of divine and human as the center of the cross, the sweet spot where we are what is, where we pour love onto saint and sinner …

The Sacred Thirds: Grief, Numbness, Distraction

After Kenny died, my day was split into three compartments: grieving, numbing out, and distraction. The grief was intense. Had I allowed it free rein, I likely wouldn’t be here today. I needed to absorb and integrate, to feel into nothing at all, to clear out of the painful shards without actually doing anything. I …

An Unstoried Life

There is a deep responsibility for life that lives within each of us. As we move along the spiritual path we learn to surrender, to let life be as it is, for it is as it is whether we let it be or not. Eventually when the surrender is complete, a new understanding dawns: this …

The Empty Tomb is Not What You Think

The Kingdom of God, oh if only we understood those words and didn’t think they were a physical location. To Christians, it means heaven. To New Agers it is other dimensional. To many it means the splitting of worlds, a hard take on the heaven/hell story only for the less religious. Bodies separated by time …

I Shall Not Look Away, but I Will Remember

I Shall Not Look Away, but I Will Remember Few want to be poor, but that seems to be the direction life is taking the 99% of us. Some don’t see it barreling this way, believing they have enough for their own safety. They don’t realize that the US coffers are being systematically drained, that …

Die Before You Die

The fear of death has many layers. Like all of life it has components in the mental story, the emotional resonance, the spiritual agreements and the primal physical realm. The outside layer, the straight lines and squiggles, the low-hanging fruit of our blueprint is pretty easy to see, that is, if you really want to. …

The Most Radical Act

The most radical thing I can do is not fighting against this regime, although I shall not be quiet. I shall speak up, speak out, but that’s not the most radical act. It is not the most powerful response that lies within me. I shall dance and let tears of joy fall down my face. …

Life’s Messy

The biggest divider in our world is God. Not the actual God, but ideas about God, beliefs about who and what God is, sacred cows taking the form of deity, of rules and regulations, of do and don’t do, be and don’t be, of my way is the right way. I have to stop a …

Overcoming Self-Doubt: A Journey to Enoughness

I thought it was me. All those years I thought it was me, that I wasn’t—smart enough, pretty enough, clever enough, good enough—you know, loveable. Something didn’t add up, but I didn’t know what it was, so the only answer left to me was to try harder. I carefully picked out clothes and counted every …

The Bridge Between Worlds is Breaking

Years back I was given a vision that has become clearer as time has passed, and we have moved into its undeniable reality. This isn’t the first time I’ve shared it but it is the first time that I actually feel that I understand its full meaning. I saw a bridge.The bridge reminded me of …

Owning My Experience

… EVEN WHEN IT CONFLICTS WITH MY PREFERRED SELF-IMAGE OF A LOVING HUMAN Life constantly reminds me to be observant of what’s happening within, and honest, absolutely real about owning my experience. Whenever I get pulled into the right-wrong game, it is sufficiently painful to slow me down, like life saying, take it down a …

A Bedtime Story

Are you ready for your bedtime story. You are? Okay, then snuggle down into the blankets and put your sweet little head on that fluffy pillow. Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Luna, who lived in the fairytale woods. She had a puppy dog, Miss Soffie, a cat called Cat, and …