April 16, 2021

Story 37: Sleeping Beauty

Warning: not much happens in this story, unless  you count my description of a breathing lake; or count the unfortunate rent in my winter coat, torn by the thorns of tall blackberry canes.   In this story, no coyote will suddenly trot across a frozen lake; and your tolerance, your threshold for boredom, might not be as high as mine.

Coming Soon: Awe

For some, awe is proof of God; for others, science not only adds an explanation but increases their sense of awe, lifts them across the gap left by not knowing, sets them down on the others side, leaving them to wonder, wanting to know more.

January 16, 2021

Migration

Transition sometimes patiently waits, and works, in the  regeneration of a fallow field, a metaphor to describe the seemingly  barren possible, the creative in-between of what was and what might become.  And, writes William Bridges,  “…it is the nothingness that we find there that gives it its power, not something we encounter in that in-between state.” (See Links 16)

Coming Soon: Knots and Ties

My grandmother kept chocolate, an apple and a paring knife in her apron pocket, read to us, cheated at cards but let me win. She knitted socks and liked her tea with cream, told us stories about talking pigeons and rabbits and owls. 

Walking Meditation – Winter Movement

While there are different types of approaches to walking meditation, most depend on your location. An inside tread up and down an hallway, is different than a stroll along a river or wander through a forest, and different again than a fast stride through a busy city. But this meditative walk can be done anywhere and at whatever pace is natural to you.

January 9, 2021

Story 23: Patsy Cline

A story about my neighbour, 3 rusty cars, racoons and the question: “what is he building back there?”

Meditation 13: Meadow

This Meditation takes you through a meadow of goldenrod, thistles and milkweed to an old apple tree.

Coming Soon: Migration

Transition sometimes patiently waits, and works, in the  regeneration of a fallow field, a metaphor to describe the seemingly  barren possible, the creative in-between of what was and what might become.  And, writes William Bridges,  “…it is the nothingness that we find there that gives it its power, not something we encounter in that in-between state.” (See Notes 16)