Listening Fire

Listening Fire

There is an art to listening that, in my humble experience, comes from practice. I am reminded of this time and again when I blow it. When I forget to practice. When I forget to take the pause before responding. When I refuse to check my ego at the door. To slow down,...
Standing in Our Light

Standing in Our Light

Just outside my window, the oak has gone to yellow. I breathe a deep sigh of relief. It is late in the season for the trees to be finding their peak. I wasn’t sure they ever would. So many leaves went straight to brown — carried off by the next wind. Today, as I...
Afraid of the Dark

Afraid of the Dark

Does the dark scare you? As we enter this week, the time of Samhain — ancient Pagan tradition of honoring the dead, the time when the veil between light and shadow is thin or disappears altogether, the end of the harvest and the start of the longest nights...
The Cat and the Hairball

The Cat and the Hairball

Did you ever watch a cat cough up a hairball? What I love about cats, and other creatures of the animal kingdom, is the way they flow with grace, regardless of the circumstances. Clearly, there is nothing remotely pleasant about coughing up a hairball. One minute the...
Being in the Muck

Being in the Muck

Start where you are. This is very important. Meditation practice is not about later, when you get it all together and you’re this person you really respect. You may be the most violent person in the world—that’s a fine place to start. That’s a very rich place to...
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