Wilson is a Red-tailed Hawk who has made a huge impact in my life. Our strange relationship began six months ago when I became suddenly and inexplicably enchanted with hawks. I am compelled to share this story as I believe it has significance for each and every one of us. Continue reading
On December 30, 2011, Emylie left this Earth unexpectedly. She was a true adventurer and lover of life–unafraid to walk (or dance!) a new path–so her sudden death was a shock.
Emylie had been in my thoughts frequently the past two weeks. Nothing prophetic, just bits and pieces of memories: our two week-long adventures at the Presentation Center together, bunking in the same room; her discussions of sacred ceremonies; her life in New Mexico; the dogs she loved so much; and dancing, dancing, dancing! I also thought of her amazing artwork. These thoughts made me smile, and I told myself that I should “Facebook” her to find out how she was doing. I didn’t. Life filled my calendar with endless tasks and priorities, and on December 31, as I signed in to Facebook to check in and wish her a happy new year, I received the tragic news.
Although a lump of pain and sorrow has lodged in my throat, I carry celebration and gratitude in my heart for the profound last lesson she has given me: the importance of embracing and cherishing each and every moment. From this day forward, I shall pay careful attention to my thoughts of friends and loved ones, and spend precious time with them. It’s time to live life as authentically and robustly as Emylie lived hers. What a powerful New Years’ resolution she has cultivated in me. Emylie, may you guide us on the path. I shall see you in every tree, hear you in every bird’s song, and feel you in every breeze.
May this blog help me transform my sadness into joy and celebration. Dance on!
Have you ever experienced an altered state of consciousness (ASC) induced by nature? This phenomenon is happening to me frequently, so I assume that many of you must have similar experiences to share. Here is the experience that occurred recently at Lodi Lake in Lodi, CA. Continue reading
As I drive home, my thoughts hover outside my body. Somewhere above my vehicle they mingle with the flickering patterns of morning sunlight that hail our journey through these corridors of almond orchards. I allow images of the recent walk to wash over me like orchard snow on lazy currents. These moments of reverie are where the words are born—even though I may not notice. Impetuous thoughts scatter instantly when, out of the corner of my eye, my awareness centers squarely on the most enormous oak tree I have ever seen. Continue reading
Sanctuary for Humanity’s first half-day nature retreat was a smash hit—despite the low enrollment. This intimate group allowed for more personal interaction, making the event truly one of connection, which was the theme for the day. Continue reading
There are times I just want to applaud when I hear a kernel of truth being expressed. This story deserves a standing ovation. . . Continue reading
The healer’s apprentice tiptoed down the darkened hallway and stopped in front of the massive wooden door. She took a deep breath, turned the ancient brass knob gently, and was delighted to find that it was not locked. She shoved open the heavy door, and it creaked in announcement. She froze for a few seconds, holding her breath. No sound replied but that of her own pulse beating in her ears. The healing master was deep in meditation in another room and had not exactly invited her into this private laboratory. She heard the master mention that this room contained the all the mysteries of healing that she would be bringing with her into the world. She couldn’t wait to catch a glimpse of these long sought after secrets. Continue reading
On the way to work today, I listened to a lecture by Jack Kornfield that really tugged at my heartstrings. This touching story reminds me that we don’t just carry our own trauma and pain, but we also carry those of the world. Continue reading
Yesterday I spent two hours waiting at the Department of Motor Vehicles in Stockton, CA, so that I could pick up my new custom license plates. I was really excited about these plates (I suspect that I have immersed some of my identity into these), so not even the bizarre DMV style bingo game that seemingly blurred all time and reality bothered me. Continue reading