to date, this will be the most non-directional post that i’ve tossed into the mix. i was cleaning out a few files earlier, and came across the below; an outline for the donation-based healing collaborative that my being has been a-brewin’ for the past 12 years. i believe at the time that i wrote it, i was concocting a plan to submit it for some sort of project-donation program. while the exact details… Keep Reading

over the past couple of years, i’ve received numerous messages inquiring about my frequent posting and/or mention of “11:11.” while i realize the obscurity of repeatedly posting a particular time for many—my posts are (mostly) intended as a gesture of acknowledgment and as a nod to those who are already locked in to the 11:11 cycle…and (partly) intended for those curious few who may be {subconsciously} looking for a synchronistic… Keep Reading

the love that i feel pouring forth these days is immense and powerful. it flows in the forms of vision and kind intention/expectation. it flows in the forms of authentic connection and unwavering trust in the surrounding sacred concert of life. it flows right now, as i write, in the form of happy, gently rolling tears and a sincere wish to embrace each of you. the below excerpt, from power… Keep Reading

these past two weeks have been fairly normal—school, work, together-time, untogether-time, mind/soul nourishment, body nourishment, laughter, cuddling…it’s all been here and, again, reasonably routine—except for this one thing: andy’s dad is dying. while the kids have, unsurprisingly to us, been handling the entire situation with unfastened reverence and grace—for andy and i, juggling the day-to-day dance, while honoring the sacred’ity of this experience has largely been little short of a… Keep Reading

One afternoon, entangled in one of my near-signature “disheveled, researcher, must organize, simplify and make sense of a syrupy mess for both myself and others mode,” I began thinking about the people I have known or have worked with over the years who are (from my perception) living a balanced and whole hearted life with an apparent sense of ease. I began mentally tallying up the character qualities and life… Keep Reading

during tonight’s walk, a beetle met up with me along main street and flew parallel right by my side for nearly an entire block. it was curiously odd, and undeniably amusing. the thought of others catching sight of my enthused communication with an insect didn’t even cross my mind…not until now, anyway.;) instinctively, i finally uttered a small “thank you”—for what i’ve garnered in the way of information and connection… Keep Reading

(for tonight’s river play…and welcoming how alive the “little things” make me feel…) ALIVE dream of gypsy travel catch fireflies spit fruit seeds create love create anything sip in sunsets ~celebrate~ take in the words of other souls…{and then let them go} cultivate astounding affairs with books dry your clothes out in the sun amuse yourself dance until you are dizzy revel in ridiculousness focus on the path that you… Keep Reading

(the first few paragraphs of what i’ve been working on, and then a hop and a skip to the very last bit {of the intro}……) “there is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” —maya angelou I spent several years, trailing these two initial experiential “fire starters,” simply sitting with and acclimating to changes within and around my life and myself. While still retaining my naturally happy… Keep Reading

i ran outdoors this morning to corral yard~strewn books and blankets, keeping them dry from this light rain, and felt the air in a different way. not in scent or in direction…rather, in the way i took it in, and in the way it took me in. less incidental. more focused. a near sharpness to a sonorous, aimless drift… i am exactly where i wish to be. most recently, i… Keep Reading

The President in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land. But how can you buy or sell the sky? The land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them? Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist… Keep Reading

The Invitation (by Oriah) It doesn’t interest me
 what you do for a living.
 I want to know
 what you ache for
 and if you dare to dream
 of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me 
how old you are. 
I want to know 
if you will risk 
looking like a fool
 for love, 
for your dream
, for the adventure of being alive. It doesn’t interest me
 what planets… Keep Reading