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A Ceremonious Tea

tea a medium for mindfulness – simple, profound

December 11, 2017 Practice

Welcome 4 – Harmony

Acceptance is dance without judgment, is the higher form of understanding.

December 22, 2015 Dance, Practice

Welcome 1 – The Midday Wind

The word migjorn is Catalan for “midday”, and it is the term for the wind that comes down off the mountain. It is a force of nature, that shapes trees and carves stone, and we are in the arms of that wind. Welcome, wind.

August 10, 2015 Family, Practice, Surrender

stillness assembled

And so I built a small pyramid of peace.

August 4, 2013 Health, Intention, Practice

Carnavalesque

It is beautiful to acquire skill – through meditation, through prayer or patience – to simply live with emptiness when it arrives.

July 6, 2012 Food for Thought, Practice

The Standing Desk [β] – Day 40

Forty days of rain, forty years in the wilderness, forty days on the mountain; forty years old, forty sons, forty cubits, forty baths, forty days’ fast.

June 3, 2012 Activism, Earth, Practice, Technology

every meal weaves miracle

Every meal weaves Miracle;
water, sun and soil are its threads.

June 2, 2012 Non-violence, Practice

The Standing Desk [α] – Day 14

Two weeks in, I remain happy with the switch to a standing desk, and am considering when to build my “Beta” version.

May 11, 2012 Activism, Earth, Practice, Technology

The Standing Desk [α] – Day 7

My workday has become a workdance!

May 4, 2012 Activism, Earth, Practice, Technology

a dance in the dark

It is a physical law that the slower you move, the more you perceive.

April 6, 2012 Dance, Insight, Movement, Practice

as slow as spring

I begin to mistrust urgency.

February 21, 2012 Food for Thought, Places, Practice

sparrow’s flight

She lay like fallen leaves. As if a breeze brushed them, her wings fluttered odd angles; as I watched they reached for my breath, through the glass she thought was air.

November 12, 2011 Impermanence, Practice, Surrender

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