In the tumult of emotions following the election I sought to gain understanding and focus in an otherwise dark cloud. The tarot has always been an aid which has helped me reset and accept insight that I otherwise would not be open to receiving. Ready or not, we’ve got some work to do.
A dear friend of mine recently described her new found love for ballet. She felt silly in her enthusiasm because she was a novice and knew nothing about the technical aspects of the dance, she just knew she loved it. That’s how I feel about poetry. There is a naive joy in it for me.
My morning ritual — reading and writing poetry has turned into a form of prayer for me. With the recent change of season, I had a lapse in this precious time. As the chilly air started settling in, I had to find a new space that called to me and allowed me to revel in my dream life just a bit longer. During this lapse, I found myself falling into old patterns. Going straight to my computer and
I debated for a while whether or not I should share this poem. It’s very personal and I feel it comes from a sacred place. I wasn’t sure if it was meant to be shared, or stay close to my heart—free from outside judgement. I even consulted the I Ching, which brought more confusion. I sometimes find that consulting outer wisdom—as enlightening as it can sometimes be—can also bring you further from your own internal knowing. It’s funny, after
I know it’s to be expected—an animal lover who looks up to Jane Goodall. Still, I want to share my gratitude for her and what she has done for the collective psyche in relation to animals, their role in our world and the interconnectedness of all beings. I just finished her book, Reason For Hope, and I’m deeply touched. Through her life and work she has been carried by a spiritual life that’s both rooted in her own
‘ I think again over my small adventures My fears, Those small ones that seemed so big, For all the vital things I had to get and reach. And yet, there is only one great thing, The only thing, To live to see the great day that dawns And the light that fills the world. ‘ – From an Inuit song. Sent to me at the most auspicious time from a dear friend. Happy Winter Solstice everyone!
I’ve been trying to make a point of bringing more prayer and meditation into my life. It’s something that brings me so much joy and reprieve from the everyday craziness, yet somehow I let it slip and when days go by without checking in—I feel untethered from a deeper, more grounded sense of self. Here is a beautiful sentiment regarding smoke as a conduit for prayer… ” Smoke is an ancient offering, still present in many spiritual traditions.
Today I asked my daughter if she wanted to go for a hike and she looks outside, thinks for a minute and says, ” I want to see the moose. Moose is outside. ” She says this as if the moose is part of our family and this brings me immense joy, because the moose is part of our family. We are all one. One of the reasons I love this place so much and feel so connected