What is prayer?
Not one thing.
Or another.
A zillion ways to pray, my friend.
Let the narratives of smallness
of colonial capture of religious rules
of patriarchy
fly up into the vast sky
and become a rainbow of water tumbling.
Read MoreWe want to invite you to do a group intention with us! (my group from Manda's course meet every Wednesday at 5:15 pm PST to practice together)
We want to see the person elected as someone who unifies the people and is a leader in creating a regenerative world.
We are going to hold this intention every Wednesday at 5:30 pm PST. Every week! For 5 to 10 minutes.
Read MoreMy lived experience of wisdom is that it isn't attached to age or class or education or political party or race or gender or job or title or assets, or ability to be productive. Or to being a human.
I have heard what moves me as wisdom, from many children under the age of 10. Which brings me soooo much joy and delight! ---- And from a few ancient Ponderosa's and Wind through Cottonwoods and sometimes moving water.
So, what about the wisdom of the animate Sun and Moon, of the Oceans, Rivers and all waters?
Read MoreAnything and everything and all the liminality in between.
Because we are all ways dancing. Cells. Blood vessels. Neurons. Tongue tapping. Breasts. Bones. Arms and toes and knees and nose.
Dancing as liberation-ness-ing.
It wakes this sleepy body in the 5:30 am darkness.
It helps me climb further in and tuck myself into a somersault,
and offer a cartwheel to the dewy summer grass,
even though some part of me says “you can’t move like that anymore”!
Read MoreWhat I was attracted to then still lives in me. Even when I am not physically submerged I am drawn to pierce the mystery of what it means to be a soul with a human body.
To have moments of transcending the mundanity that abounds in the society I live in. To not be separate from the more than human world.
Read MoreIn his blessing book, John O'D. shares the potential we all have to bless each other and the world.
You don’t need a special degree or a podium or anything, really, other than your love to do so.
He also expresses how desperately our world needs this. To bless, to praise, and thank, not only other humans, everything!
So---blessing or love songs, or love notes, or spoken word poetry, or any form of prayer that aligns with beauty and goodness seems to me, a direction to devote my time to. (maybe you too?)
Read MoreEverything that's rising, ringing, relatable says "conscious change, please"!
Rewire what it means to be human.
Drop the neural normal into the center of your belly and heart.
Lead from the bodily felt sense, from the murmuration for/with all the bodies, the chaotic awe-fear-some symphony of life forms here.
Examine how you/we live?
Read MoreFully next to the me---
The one with nests of butterflies for hair---
Is the becoming sibling.
Morphing before
I can catch
Up.
Multiplicity.
Read MoreFirst I am not for or against understanding.
And---This is more about understanding in the context of relationship. It's not a straight line or finished.
Have you ever been told, I don’t understand you?
What exactly does that mean?
You aren’t making sense? What does that mean?
You aren’t speaking my language?
Read MoreThis collective is exploring so many topics I am passionate about!
And also asking some very identity destabilizing questions,
which I feel, in my whole body, are very very needed at this time.
These thoughts, perspectives and questions could be a long term practice!
Read MoreI felt the trees outside my window
tilting their crowns
to hear
and the smudgy glass windows
asking to be opened
Read MoreWondering, Who were we before clock time?
Earth dwellers.
RE-cycling with the embers of light and dark, the soupy grays.
With the seasonal spiraling rounds.
Rose luster. Plum gleams. Amber glows.
Read MoreDear Dear Awe-filled Mother Earth,
You are, You are the craggy snow-dropped mountains spilling into a blue blue cerulean sky, sea wisps of cotton candy clouds.
Your beauty astounds me.
Winter green against white bushels, Junipers dotting, Ponderosas at long attention. They breath out I breath in they breath out I breath in---The infinity loop we’ve forgotten.
Read MoreMy warm bare foot has wiggled its way from under the weighty winter down.
Hanging off the edge of the bed.
The rest of this body, curled like a C
Beginning to stir in the hours of the hushing wisp of a window
Slowly closing on the night world.
Read MoreWhen we ask and ponder and contemplate questions.
When the prompts invite another window.
We widen our view points.
We become a bit more tender, a little more able to be with discomfort, a lot more able to wonder, and we rouse a cascade of care and compassion into the bucket of the world. (We meaning Casey and I at the moment. She and I have been exploring a question regularly.)
Read MoreI’ve been holed up, or wholed in : ) this summer, and a bit delayed, or more likely stalled on my missives.
And I’ve missed you (smiling as I say that). It’s true though. Writing is a solitary pursuit done at least by me, not only because I can’t stop myself, also to feel a sense of connection to you.
Read MoreAnd shiver me timber,
never have I ever,
seen a caterpillar step
onto a body of water
and walk.
Read MoreI have become curiouser and curiouser about stillness as service.
As an act of resistance to productivity, progress, success, and accomplishment.
The stories I have been indoctrinated with.
Amplified over my life----time.
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