Monthly Archives: September 2017

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 … Continue reading

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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 … Continue reading

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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 … Continue reading

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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 … Continue reading

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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 … Continue reading

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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 … Continue reading

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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 … Continue reading

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Some call it meditation. I call it sitting to know.

They come and go like the rain of San Miguel. Thoughts. At times I follow them. Other times I notice them and inquire from where they have traveled, and to where they desire to go. There are times when I … Continue reading

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Fear and truth cannot exist in a single breath

It creeps up on us in the dark when the ghosts blink by. Traces like faint breath collapsing inside itself. Fear. We listen only to the sound of Truth. Guided by the Light that the dark can’t find its way. … Continue reading

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The storm

It can be heard dripping down to puddles. It calms-to-end just as quickly as it came without warning, leaves a trail of itself behind so that the remembering stays. The swimmers are many. They tire. Those who ride the current … Continue reading

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