This post is for anyone has every felt like a “Misfit.” “Rudolph with your nose so bright, won’t you guide my sleigh tonight.” A friend of our drew these colorful reindeer antlers and red-nose on our Holiday card, and returned it to us. We loved it. I was SO happy because Rudolph… More »
Friendship : Essential Elements
Giving Thanks for a Friend: Something occurred to me when I was contemplating our friendship. We never “need” to point out the oxygen in the room or the sun that rises or the ground that we stand on. It just is. We know that. We trust that. You are never “invisible”, oh no, quite the… More »
Trusting the Outcome
Trust. You. Me. Us. A “curiosity” conversation. An educational inquiry. A sensitive dance. Sometimes, unclear. Sometimes, success. Always sweet surrender. And love, more love. Trusting the outcome.
Our Freedom is Born in each Breath
What I care most about is Freedom. My freedom, others freedom. Our Freedom. I care because it is our natural state, our highest expression. Like Art. It is like the air that we breathe. Freedom is our Evolution. Our glorious shared Revolution. Such beauty and grace. And what is your definition of freedom, anyway? Is… More »
Sitting in the Catbird Seat: Your Walk on the Wild Side
Isn’t life funny? So many people trying to tell you who to be, how to act, where to pay attention or pay your dollars. Leveraging Social Media’s peer pressure. Waving that “carrot,” of who you could be. It’s a real head trip. “Follow Me, Follow Me, Follow Me!” they say. And it’s all SO in… More »
Safe, Sound, Special, Smothered: The Universal Story
Hi Friends: In recent weeks, I am feeling moved to write more songs and poetry. There is a lot I am processing, observing and concluding about our life on Planet Earth. I observe and I wait for the right time to share. There is no rush to any of this. (I recall reading an interview of… More »
Waking Up is Hard to Do: Telling the Story is Freedom
All good things come in small doses. Like the way the sun peaks out to greet us each morning, like the sound of summer corn in the fields as it pops with new growth each night, like the slow and sure pregnancy coming to term. Small doses, subtle shifts to gently awaken us. I hear… More »
