A Moment to Balance.

A single moment
has the capacity
to both
enrich and resign.
A delicate balance,
seeking substance
between shifting
as solitude wraps
these once
emptied arms –
leaving a legacy
that forms the basis
of our
unmitigated truth.
We are both
what we hope
what we believe;
and, this moment?
Our passageway

Just Pay Attention.

Along the wall in my home there hangs a tapestry. It reads,

“Just pay attention then patch a few words
together and don’t try
to make them elaborate, this isn’t
a contest but a doorway
into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.”

In life, we often contemplate our worth in terms that are not ours to own. We favor the opinions of others looking in, in spite of what we, ourselves, know.

But, at what cost do we measure?

Is it not enough that we are ‘here’, holding this space? An extraordinary facet reflecting a much greater whole?

And yet, still we stand in disbelief looking up. At what? The infinite takes no steps to hide, rather – it just simply is, acknowledging all that has as of yet to become.



Equanimity, and…


Why, then, must you know? Let the path unfold.

In peace, my sweet friends…I am experiencing health and home issues, though as trying my very best to restore momentum. Know that, even when I’m not here – I’m with you still, forever and always.

Namaste ❤️

A Paled Blue Meditation

Meditation seeks what is
Already there.
The paled blue and
Pops of red;
Remaining still beneath
The breath.

Even though
The colors have
Faded, still
We see what
Lovingly remains.

A delicate imprint,
Reaching forward
And through.
Beyond, what mind
Permits as ‘truth’.

And, until
We commit to
The boundlessness
Of our own
Self view.

In this,
And only this,
We find
Our communion.

In peace, sweet friends…

I love you all.


What We Believe.

Trees always grow toward the sun,
As if in reverent prayer.
As a child, I stood
Always in awe, looking up –
Wondering, what stood
As the basis of their resolve.
Reaching beyond and through
What we simple humans
Term as ‘distraction’,
The elder oak views as ‘play’.
Our perception draws the
Voice of context into
The realm of possibility,
When we allow it.
Just as the tree
Holds the capacity for
A young girl to dream.
We are, at heart, the same.
And when we begin to view
This world without comment,
Only then do the heavens
Become within our reach.

Wishing all only beautiful things on this glorious day…

In peace..

Namaste ❣️

In This, We Begin.

Today, we are reminded of the precious and permanence of This magnificent life. and all of the gratitude that is expressed through the manifestation of our own self-awareness – what we believe what we think becoming the cornerstone of our faith and legacy.

We are born, we die..but somewhere in the midst a true miracle occurs. It is the foundation of breath into the flow of every moment.

What we choose, becoming our mantra. Our life, a single point of light amongst the warmth of an infinite ray – stretching beyond all conceivable limits, finding new paths where previously there were none.

In time, the legacy of our human consciousness transcends; our gifts ever lasting. Just as the stars extend the hope of new life beyond the finality of their own death – so, too, must we endure.

In peace, my sweet sweet friends…

Namaste ❣️

Into the Stillness We Go.

Be still, my friends.

Pay attention to the soft flow of breath as it shares it’s essence with this world – and becoming, in time, so much more.

‘Beyond self’ is where our transformation begins, it’s roots unearthing the catalyst of all pain – fixed within the depths of a seemingly unforgiving earth. And yet, still we are encouraged by the potential capacity of change.

Even this half-frozen patch of dirt knows the peace in breaking through.

Wishing you love and light on this glorious new day, my friends…

Namaste ❣️

When the Bias Subsides.

At some point in our lives we must submit to our transition; shifting our long-worn central point of focus from awareness to inclusion.

And, within which, our bias subsides offering acceptance in the place of fear, and enough love to fill any hurt.

In time we begin to understand the fluidity of our ‘boundaries’. What is ‘self’ as it pertains to ‘tree’? Are we not equally assured of the sun’s glorious light?

From author, John Steinbeck:

“A kind of light spread out from her. And everything changed color. And the world opened out. And a day was good to awaken to. And there were no limits to anything. And the people of the world were good and handsome. And I was not afraid any more.”

Imagine, my friends, just imagine – to awaken this joy in our every day

With all my love…

Namaste ❣️


Oh, Soul – Sweet Soul

The poet Rumi contended that sorrow prepares us for joy; that it violently sweeps all clutterings of ‘home’, making space for new blessings to enter. And, ‘shaking the yellowed leaves from the bough of our hearts’, we find our renewal – our senses shifting from the sharp pit of reaction, into a newfound acceptance.

It is both lasting and familiar. Lasting as it relates to the growing of our shared understanding, and familiar as it relates to the reemergence of an uncluttered soul.

We were born into it, yet how easily we’ve forgotten; at long last intent on wonderment again. It is right here, nestled deeply within us, that even the softest whisper of a wind finds the voice of courage and assurance.

Do we feel fear, hesitation… an unsettledness beyond measure? Yes, of course! But, somehow there is a push for something more – an unmistakable quest into the depths of the unexplored.

Until then, we must strive to keep those embers glowing; welcoming each sweeping motion as an unfolding into glory.

“Oh soul,
you worry too much.
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less,
why do you worry?
You are in truth
the soul, of the soul, of the soul.”

Something to consider as we venture into this day…

In peace, my sweet friends…

Namaste ❣️

The Quality of Our Connectedness.

I’ve been roaming around for the last week and a half, looking for an old soul who approached me at an intersection as he held a cardboard sign in his hand. His face was weathered and wind burned, though not yet vacant in expression. though he had lost everything, there was something still there. Perhaps in the way he raced between cars – eyes frantically searching for that single act of kindness somewhere within that sea of car windows.

Somehow, being inside – watching him lumber about in these staggeringly cold temperatures while I sat comfortably on a heated car seat – it all seemed so very wrong. Why was I here and he there? What set of circumstances must have unfolded to further alienate our condition?

As he approached my window, I handed him what little I had – a few dollars, at best. He thanked me, graciously – then hesitated. “You know,” he stammered looking down towards the ground. “It’s real cold out here, and I – I could really use a tent.”

A week and a half and several snowstorms later, here I am – spending hours driving side streets and known homeless encampments looking for any sign. I’m embarrassed to say, I don’t even know his name – but, what good are names in this aspect of a greater good?

We are all humans, after all. We laugh, we cry – we hope, we dream – we sometimes fail. We suffer horrendous heartache, brokenness and pain. Yet, still – the spark remains. Is this the connection that each of us seeks? And, when unfulfilled, leaving us painfully incomplete?

I realize to some my actions may seem a wasted effort. Though, how could this be when the heart is so fully engaged?

Until then, I’ll continue to drive aimlessly with an old duffel bag sitting on my back seat – filled with warm clothes, assorted sundries, food and a brand new single person tent. Will it help? I’m sure, but that’s not the only point to be made.

In fact, when we allow ourselves to help another, in time – we, ourselves, are made whole.

In peace, my sweet friends –

Namaste ❣️


Into the Forest We Go.

There are moments in our lives when we begin to understand. We see ourselves through the softened pale light, as the shadow leaps – empowered only through the wonderment of that next, untraveled step.

Over and over and once more again, until we are – at last, revealed. Between the pines – a “doorway to a new world” – where we may someday become the boldness of our shadow’s tireless leap. Fearless, unwavering and filled with heart’s purpose.

And though we may stumble, my friends – know this: we shall never know the heartbreak of an undiscovered journey.

“And into the forest I go,” author John Muir shares. “to lose my mind and find my soul.”

My sweet friends, today I wish you boundlessness in your life’s next journey. Be present, be fearless – and carry that light.

In peace…

Namaste ❣️