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Stories told ‘round the fire
“Original Peoples the world over sat before warm fires and shared stories of the hunt, stories of the Ancestors, stories of birth and death, land and sea, faraway places, and visions seen. Wisdom and information were passed from generation to generation, an oral tradition that created living history. Modern humans might not sit around a fire like their early ancestors once did, yet, it’s still vital that we share our life experiences, feelings, and insights. Sharing stories remains one of the deepest ways we can connect with our fellow humans. Through our stories we live on.”
Sole, Soil, and Soul Inform Spirit
How many and what kind of signals can we receive from the Living Earth. Scientists know that our bodies absorb free electrons when our bare feet or body come in direct contact with Earth, and they know how healing this can be (and feel). But what other information might we be taking in or sensing? Is Soil transmitting information through my Sole to my Soul? Yes, of course, I am taking in vast amounts of information that is vital to my survival and well being.
A True Story of Brave Deer
As I moved closer, I clearly saw the dark marks on her shoulders. They were huge raking scars. The absence of fur and the healed pink patches told the epic story of her great trauma and courageous survival. It appeared that she’d been attacked by a mountain lion (or possibly a bobcat), both are immensely large cats, silent, swift and powerful…hungry like all Life. Yes, the elusive cats, the timid deer and me…we all lived together on the mountain.
The Power of Small Sparks
Sometimes a small spark ignites within us, inviting us to change the course of our lives, compelling us to move in directions that barely seem possible or real, like a dream beyond our reach.
Here On Earth
All organisms, including humans, have a fundamental fear of being cut off from their Source. That too is hardwired into us, to ensure our survival. Without our Source—Earth—we cannot sustain life, just as a baby cannot survive without adult care.
Vulnerability: A State of Grace
Somewhere deep inside we long to reveal our beautiful hearts, hearts that might be marred by dark pain, grievous mistakes, hidden shame, and fear. Nonetheless, we are starved for connection, whether we realize it or not. Without connection something in us withers.
It Takes Courage
Rarely have I found courage to be something I experience before I leap into the unknown. More often than not, it's an after-the-fact emotion, one I feel after I've made myself face an abyss of fear. Although the actual decision to leap into the abyss has to be made by each of us, individually—and in that regard, it is a solitary experience—I feel that we do not walk alone to the edge. Others walk with us or have walked the edge before us, or follow behind us, whether or not they know it. Most of us cannot get through this life without at least one leap of faith.
The Day I Flew
They dropped closer and closer as I talked with them. Two of them flew so low I felt the whoosh of huge black wings on my face. Although they circled lower and closer, I stood completely calm.
The Wildheart Knows
The longer I live the more I shy away from cultural, familial, human/social expectations and edict. I listen more closely to my own wild heart yearnings and less to the push and pull of ‘shoulds’, ‘supposed to(s)’ and ‘have to(s)’.
Dear Living Earth
DEAR LIVING EARTH --- I could not love you more. You saved my life when I was dying. You gave me family and soul-connection, a place in the Cosmos of Life, a place where I belong.
The Soul Said
The Soul said:
I am not hidden and mysterious;
I am fully present,
deliciously delirious...
drunk on life.
Lucid Living
I thought back to my life in the Australian rainforests where my lucid dreams took on astonishing proportions. Without waking, I was able to rerun my dreams in the same way I’d replay a movie. With each new playback, I often changed plots, settings and characters until I was satisfied with the dream.
I Remember
I Remember
You sat beside me,
clinging to life,
only weeks left to live,
yet, you were more alive than ever.
I listened as you tried to make sense of life and death,
your eyes so beautiful and sad
as you tried to embrace all that you felt.