Celebrate the Suffering

There is an interesting story about a guru who sets up a little shop selling pick axes and shovels to all the seekers who are trying to get to the top of the mountain to find whatever it is they believe is there. (I wish I remembered where I heard this story, but I don’t.) …

The Holy Ground, Life’s Antidote

Hope is good, isn’t it? Hope feels like that intense yellow filling each petal of a sunlit dahlia, swelling almost to the point that dazzling color pours forth and paints the holy ground in which the rooted being prays. Hope feels like that, and feeling it, we know that hope can do nothing but bear …

Arguing with My Creation

Do I absolutely know that you exist? I see what I think is a you. I hear this you, make sounds. I react to expression, tone, movement and touch. Is that certainty? Is that sufficient proof to confirm that I am not alone in this place? These reactions, and little else, are what pass for …

In the Face of Love … Thank you Gandalf

“The world is indeed full of peril and in it there are many dark places. But still there is much that is fair. And though in all lands, love is now mingled with grief, it still grows, perhaps, the greater.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings I loved “The Lord of the Rings” …

Exquisite Perfection

The Teachings of Jesus from the Perspective of Consciousness  And he said, “Whoever discovers the interpretations of these sayings will not taste death.”  The Gospel of Thomas Verse 1 For years, I have not considered myself as a Christian. I kicked that baby to the curb when I was sixteen. The dogma did not ring …

It’s All Real

May 31st, 2012 I saw a muddy bucket and understood that my focus operates like the layers of mud within the bucket. At the bottom is sediment, thick and deep. As I rise within the confines of the muddy bucket, the concentration of suspended particles becomes increasingly less dense, creating layer upon layer of possible …

Costa Rica Pura Vida

The mystery unfolds. Who would have guessed that a month after my health ordeal I would be in Costa Rica. The ticket was free. I was hosted by Jude and Theo, two very dear people who I now appreciate more deeply, if that is possible. The perfect person bought Kenny’s dive suit and a little …

The Great Horned Owl

All my chores were done except closing up the chicken pen and I was sitting watching television. It wasn’t quite dark enough to close it up without having to round up the last few adventurous chickens. I heard the words, “Go out to the chicken coop.” I knew it was too early for my normal …