Connection

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…

Sometimes we may want to travel far
beyond what is here
To see something new
and hope to find what we are looking for

Even with such wonders
We cannot leave ourselves behind
We are still here
wherever we go

And so, lets look closer
Right now, at what is
Enjoy meeting a moment, imperfect and perfect
All that is here to find

Let travel not be a distant memory but a constant present

Even when walking at home, in places we know well
We continue to see
Connecting familiar with …

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…

Here we are

Breathing together 

Breathing with our bodies

Breathing with our senses

Breathing with our Circles

Creating with the Earth

Breathing with Life

Breathing with the Spirits

In many languages, the words for BREATH and SPIRIT are very similar, sharing a common root

We breathe to stay alive. When we are alive, we are filled - with breath and with Spirit

When we die, we breathe out our last and the Spirit leaves the body

Breathe and know - in this momen…

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…