Thursday, August 27, 2015


Don't be afraid if a time comes when you begin to be freed of the limiting notions you have grown up with, with regard to beliefs about God that now can no longer serve you in the journey into freedom. All of our naming and defining at one stage or another might be helpful in those earlier stages of experience and development yet later on only become limiting frames, inferior images, inadequate language.

The Divine is more like a mist....more like a wind....all wonderful no doubt...but indescribable when we are at our human best and most honest....and most trusting...whatever comes.

Tuesday, June 16, 2015


Money can give you access to a lot of things associated with pleasure.

But it can not put your mind at peace or lead your soul to a place where it enters its rest.

The most important journey turns out to be the shortest one.....and thank God it is free which makes it accessible for anyone who longs for it.

Friday, June 12, 2015


The silence and stillness of mornings, or anytime for that matter, spent alone in nature is a precious thing that should not be discounted. Reading books and conversations with others are wonderful, they really are. I cherish those things as well. But there is nothing like having all the voices silenced. This sacred silence is about as close as it gets. It has a way of cutting through all your inferior notions and answers arrived at during your time spent in the interpreted world.

Thursday, June 11, 2015


We have become primarily an urban species completely out of sync with the mystery and wonder of land and sky and open spaces and wild places and the infinite distance that stretches out beyond us. This has been devastating in ways most can't even begin to comprehend. It has left us stuck in a place having forgotten how sacred it all is. Wendell Berry says "there are no sacred and unsacred places, there are only sacred and desecrated places." The desecrated places are the result of this deep amnesia that has settled over us, a forgetting that leaves us missing the obvious.

 The Peace Of Wild Things
 ~ Wendell Berry


When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief.
I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light.
For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Monday, June 01, 2015


There is an inner sanctuary where a beautiful primal ease, simplicity, and symmetry are the steady rhythm. This inner reality wants to influence the surface level where things are visible. This transition though, in the beginning, requires that you purposefully slip down below the turbulence and the "known/familiar" of the surface and allow the presence of this inner landscape to slowly claim you....all of you. The shift itself will most certainly create its own turbulence. It will take from you everything you think you know and will begin to replace it all with a completely different orientation. And when it does, you will surely know something has drastically changed.

Saturday, May 02, 2015


It is just wise to learn to hold things loosely. Everything is passing. In an instant, everything you have become familiar with and attached to can change or be taken away from you. Even the plans you make for any moment beyond this one are tenuous. We have been so conditioned to believe that it is wise to map out the future even though everything beyond this moment is just an imagined uncertain future. What if that accepted conventional wisdom is just completely wrong? I mean seriously. What if that is a completely unwise-backwards-enemy-of-freedom approach to this one short unrepeatable unpredictable life? And please spare me all the arguments as to why what I am suggesting is unwise. Believe me......I already know those arguments.

What if there really is a radically different wiser way of being in this world? A way where we leave behind all the justifications and excuses that keep us hanging onto a way that really is just below us....below love. I for one really believe there is. Call me crazy. I'm okay with that.

Tuesday, April 21, 2015


Nature is brimming full of eternal echo.....and is always trying to communicate with us.....and does with those who learn to quiet themselves to where they can hear it.