September 12th, 2012 The idea of a solution buys into what Goldsmith called, ‘the claim’, the idea that something is wrong, whether it is an illness, a lack of abundance, a lack of harmony, or lack in any form. Capital C Clarity is that there is no problem, therefore no need of solution. Everything that …
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 …
An Excerpt from Silent Presence
The book, Silent Presence; Grief’s Unfolding Promise is at the editors. What follows is a random excerpt from the book. It is composed of journal entries from September 2006 through April 2012, all written in the voice of direct experience. The entries weave together Kenny’s life and death with the reality of spiritual awakening, his …
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 …
Raw Nerve, Part II
Up early again a drive ahead of rush hour needing to be first in line only a two-hour wait the doctor’s worried look a free-falling slide down the muddy hole of the medical system In only 2 days I was back the antibiotics prescribed not working, if anything my cheek getting bigger infection spreading further, …
Raw Nerve Part I
A little over ten years ago I had $300,000 in stock. I wasn’t one of the 1% but I was one of the financially blessed Today I have nothing, my fortune crumbled like the ruins of the Anasazi a few dollars stuffed in a safe I don’t even know how few anymore I have stopped …
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 …
Silent Presence
The Silence is not silent. It is not passive. It may or may not be quiet. It is effortlessness. It is flow, pregnant with movement. Silent presence is a creative force for good. As I stand fixed in the middle of this present moment, I enter into this Silence and become a beacon of illumination, …
Amaya Gayle 