We tell ourselves that what we experience in a moment's time, also passes in a moment's time. We step out into the street, for example, and while crossing a car ignores the red light, and you are nearly hit: whew! That was close. And now it is history. That is a mistaken impression, however. We …
When the eyes are open, all of Creation is reduced to surfaces… imagine the poverty in a world of surfaces. As though all that an ocean offered us was its waves! As soon as the eyes open, the interiors begin to close, the interiors of everything that sight obscures from us, the interior of our …
Been writing over in the Odonata sphere tonight. I continue in this web journal, a journey of personal inquiry and spirituality, carrying an undying (if vain) hope that Señor Manuel will be back to join me some time… Eh, Mañuel, puedese hablar español también, amigo! While the words here reflect an individual path, I have …
The skill of the morning is to wake as if called by a soft bell, or the stroke of a lover, or the flavor of a fresh fruit, or the possibility of peace.
The companion piece Your Son Out There is a song written a year ago (or so), when yet another wave of military and civilian deaths spread across the Iraqi sands. Sand is thirsty for any kind of liquid, sand receives water from the sky or from the air itself, with gratitude and with greed. But blood? Blood …
A lot of good energy was directed to other pursuits for a few days. Our intentional Community, Odonata, offered it's first evening in the Sacred Music Series, concerts with musicians whose art is devoted to the spirit through music. Sitartist David Pontbriand and tabla player Amos Libby entertained some sixty people at the Yoga Center …
The real significance of a pet staying out of doors much longer than anticipated — a cat or a teen, let's say — is in remembering that the whole of this one short life is taken in through five (or more) senses and played out inside of our own being. It is the interplay of …
The archer strengthens the bow arm, grips the leather, nocks an arrow, and bends the sinew to the corner of the mouth. Breath enters as the bow is drawn, breath is stilled as the arrow is poised for flight, and all is released together. Release. And the arrow, willed to its destination strikes home. Meditation …
I received a gift from a student, Brian, who recently concluded our Moving Into Balance health and awareness program. Every participant brings such gifts to the group — each brings the gift of him or her Self, all the challenges they face, and all the victories they achieve; but here was a special gift, a …
A beautiful (public?) video from the Aurobindo Press in Pondicherry. My gratitude and acknowledgement to Richard Pettinger (WriteSpirit.net) for finding this entry on YouTube, and sharing with us. "[Ancient India] saw that the complexity of the Universe could not be explained in the present terms of Man, or seen by his superficial sight: that there …
The night is cold, and because it is cold, the air is clear; it is a northern night. With the car turned off, and no light yet in the house beyond, the stillness seems to descend, as though stillness were a thing of the heavens — is it not? — a tangible substance, instead of the …
While staying at the Verite Guest House, in Auroville, we were able to practice intentional small-footprint living. That "footprint" is more than where we physically step and leave a trace, but the cumulative and extended affect of our living, from food consumption and by implication food production and distribution, to energy consumption and its similar …