our sorrow: history
our today: hands to the sky, thank you
our giving: full on honey, tasted
our desires: eggs, butterflies, coins, strangers who remember and love us instantly Read More
Listen to me
I am one of you
desirous broken open perpetual… Read More
It’s all about resonance. Teachers (and they come in all forms) hold up a mirror for you in just the right light, at just the right moment, and you just happen to catch YOUR reflection in it. They are strumming chords that are strung in your heart. Read More
Guidance doesn’t have to come as a lightning strike or as a white dove on your fire escape, looking you in the eye. Guidance can be (and I think it usually is), those notions that you can’t get out of your mind. Persistent wonderings, recurring names, places, things — gentle heart cues… Read More
On the self-help track, there’s a tendency to punish ourselves for so-called “negative feelings” and then go about “fixing” those feelings. It’s a pretty screwed up path to compassion. When you consciously choose your teachers, you expand your own power… Read More
I travelled to Dharamshala, India with six friends to meet with The Dalai Lama. It was cell-altering and heart-expanding. The week before our arrival, there had been a horrible event in which some monks were murdered — most shockingly, by other monks. The story was on everyone’s mind and in our small, private meeting with His Holiness, the first thing we did was offer our condolences. His response captivated me… Read More
breaths… Read More
I have not known Shams or oil wells in my living room.
No inheritance, nor near death experiences.
The bird reminds me that Joy is worth dying for.
And that in my house there is so very much to worship… Read More
There will be a time, a passage when you don’t really know who you were, or are, or can be. It’s natural, it’s divine, and it’s the chemistry of beautiful, awesome change. This passage can happen in big dramatic swells, as years of not quite knowing what you want to do; or seasons of confusion that aren’t quite depressing, but confusing enough to invite sadness in… Read More