Transparent Sea, and All Its Colors and Shapes.
On the abysmal screen, where all hues of the visible light spectrum are swallowed, elusive shapes of my precious ones appear.
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Plagues and Power Plays: Fear of Being Like Them.
I saw the old men's mercenary expressions and frail bodies bending over the trail like crusaders, as stark as the lines of the path cut into nature.
Surrender Is like a River Flowing to the Sea.
I remember what it felt like to lay my heart bare, in whispers, in the heart of stillness, in the embodied invitation, words, inviting you back home.
Sung Home: Chapter Fifty Four. {fiction}
He looked like a zombie, just staring into the air, barely seeing me. Frank and Ching Shih looked like they were tired but otherwise okay.
Forest Bathing and Finding the Divine.
I close my eyes as I lean against the tree, quieting my mind in silent meditation. I breathe deeply, inhaling the soft, earthy fragrance of the forest.
Wild Medicine: Be Like The Prairie.
I inhaled all the pieces of my story, my internal breath like the wind washing over me, jostling gently out some of the emotional and energetic debris.
Where Have All the Masters Gone? Why I Quit Social Media.
Every moment you spend on social media is a moment you could be spending crafting a skill, an art.
A Tourist In My Own Life: Trying To Stop Being A Social Media ‘Over-Poster’.
Don’t take these comments personally… but do give them some thought. Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, etc. -- they’re all fun, they really are. Social media works to keep us connected and a little less lonely. It can be wonderful when you need support. It’s nice to share bits and pieces of our ...