All is well

It comes cool to calm, like warmth over the chill of the cold. Peace. I welcome it the way I welcome gratitude bursting from the seams of my inner. This is the walk of my journey through this lifetime. I rise and I fall in seemingly the same moment. I give thanks and I cry for the way of my mind’s movement at times through … Continue reading All is well

In loss we find the other

Lifting my head from Doty’s Heaven’s Coast, I arrive at the intersection of death and loss, and from the nothingness comes sound. Fingers strumming in tune. There’s a celebration somewhere. Happiness. What music shapes into form like playdough in the hands of children? I don’t recognize the tune, but the words—the emotion and reality of that intersection—belongs to me, too. I’ve crossed that street more than once; … Continue reading In loss we find the other

A snapshot of my life in reflection

Each day I become clearer and clearer. Mexico is a gift in that way. I don’t think I’ve ever been this clear before, even as I’ve enjoyed a depth of clarity. Here, in this time and this place, I see differently. Snapshots of truth flash across my mind like fireworks. They come with sound and magic—the eye can’t help but see; the ear can’t help … Continue reading A snapshot of my life in reflection

All things are within: The dark and the light

We decide in moments that we make decisions. The way is created from the opening of our stepping. We step through after the mind creates the way. Contradiction. Life moves at the speed of a beat that belongs to no one. Watch. That is the only requirement inside of life: to watch. We bear witness to ourselves with wisdom and the experience that wells up … Continue reading All things are within: The dark and the light

Questionless

I see inside the night. Mysterious things in the dark flicker. The light gets through. Some things are to be known. Questionless. The light always gets through. Even perfect circles have holes. All things cracked enough for the light. The magic happens when you know this: that there is no question at the root of your standing. To be without questions, yet doubt all that … Continue reading Questionless

I am listening

In each moment do I come to know more fully what this is about, why I am here: To look and to see. To listen and to hear. It has been me all along. It is true. It has, and no one can show you the way of that. Some things we must come to know in that one moment when all aligns and receptivity … Continue reading I am listening

It depends on what you desire

We cannot miss that which we let go. To miss is to misunderstand the letting go. To miss is to linger long-lasting in a past that no longer has a face, has lost color, has removed itself from the richness of the present. Some things we are unable to see—stuck there on the turntable where the record has scratched itself into new lyrics. What of the … Continue reading It depends on what you desire