Power

It can be easy to take the presence of Peace for granted. In a way, maybe this is part of its gift – Peace brings us space to enjoy Life, put our energy into fruitful practices and loving situations. In peaceful times, we open our hearts to the beauty around us and walk freely. 

In times of trouble, Peace may feel far away and we become aware of its deep importance. When it is missing, we remember how much we need it, and how we long for it. 

Many years ago the Spir…

Wherever we are, our feet are on the Earth. We can stop and remember this, at any moment, whenever we need to find some firmer footing.

In times that are turbulent and terrifying, it is easy to get lost in hopelessness. We watch events unfolding in the World and feel overwhelmed by worry. But getting lost does not help. Our job is to stay present and bring our attention to all that is here.

The World around us is telling us many things. We have a responsibility to l…

Under the surface
Lies a memory
And a sound
Let's stand still and listen

Deep underground
Something is forming
But it is not yet time
to know its name

Still, we will stand and listen

In the soil there is a song
Of Ancestors long gone
Bones and flesh returned to Earth
What do they share with us now?

As we move into deep soil
We can rest in recognition
that the Earth knows

In this Winter season
The Soul stays open and waits
Receiving the Power of the Time
And when Spring come…

There are moments in Life that are not

For doing, for making, or reaching

But only to stand open

With present, past, and future

Let time unfold

And keep the doors to the heart open

Allow the landscape of the mind to widen

Nothing needed beyond a vast beingness

Space opens up

wherever we are, we are here

with eyes, senses, hands 

ready to receive 

the gifts that Life brings

As we remember that wisdom 

is within the reach of our embrace,

we stand m…

Sometimes it seems so hard to open my eyes.

Is it the fear of what I won’t see?

A fear that I will see nothing blinds me.

Then someone whispers in my ear:

“Stop. You are not alone. We are all here.”

I feel my body, standing in the street,

in the forest, in the kitchen, in the meadow –

the breath of the Earth caresses my cheek,

a dog barks, a leaf falls from a tree to my path,

a small child throws a ball, her father catching it, laughing.

The Cranes are…