The subject tonight is love – love in context

A word used like common table salt, often without any connectivity to genuine emotion. A word that signifies a force greater than comprehension. Bucky Fuller said that love was metaphysical gravity. Before we modern English speaking humans reduced love to one word that is supposed to capture an entire Universe of contexts, the Greeks used many words to describe different … Read More

The blues can be beautiful too

To wake and feel blue might be experienced as a problem, or a gift. Those blue moods are calling out to us…warning of some part of self that needs attendance. Look… here…..go deeper…go down into the messy dark places that never see light.. For there…there is a pulse of an ancient memory that longs to be seen. And in the … Read More

The archetype of the guest – a forgotten art

Have we forgotten how to be guests? To be invited to join? To bow in gratitude at being invited? To honour the host? Have we forgotten that to be invited is an honour? That you get invited while others do not? That effort has gone into the occasion of which you have been invited? Do we show up as a … Read More

Beauty is the portal to transcendence

It matters not what mood we are in, how life seems to be unraveling in this moment, how despair and grief may be the shadow across any whisper of hope. If we can make room to experience beauty, we are saved.

On Spaciousness

To squeeze a life full to the brim of schedules, meetings, tasks and to-do lists is to dishonour the geometry of relationships, where spaciousness is essential to existence.  

How do we give wild flight?

There is a part of each of us that is wild. Rough, raw, prone to fury. Uncontained. This morn reminded me of my wildness. It reminded me of the few places in society we can allow our wildness to live out loud. Perhaps dancing in your living room. Or running a trail. Attending a music festival. Camping, hiking. The need … Read More

On this golden morning seek beauty

A paddleboarder moves towards the light. The mighty sun, not yet cresting the horizon, gives the clouds above a lazer cut fabric like appearance. There is a sense of peace and calm. This is a golden scene. Golden…a word that evokes treasure, beauty, brilliance, wealth, light, expansiveness…. When the world is golden it is hard to imagine pain and suffering… … Read More

Epic Stories, Angry Gods

Sometimes the dawn sky tells an epic story, one of angry Gods, blood spilled on thick dark clouds, whispers of light desperate to seep through.  And yet a calm ocean…as if all in the heavens are seething while we go about our lives in untethered and often painful ignorance. If I were the Gods I might well be seething with … Read More

Perhaps my rage can be a thing of great beauty?

Perhaps the blood red of the sky was an early indicator of the heat of the day to come. Where strong men fell to the harshness of too much heat. Nature has a way of reducing us to helplessness. Be it the ocean throwing a temper tantrum, the wind a hurricane, the chill of cold, or the heat..sucking life and … Read More

On being home

I am blessed to live where I do. Home is such a rich word….four simple letters that in their unique combination speak of ground, earth, place, space, relationship, community, rest, nourish, peace, joy, love, birth, death, celebration, shelter….. I could not imagine not loving your home..be that the place you inhabit, the community in which you live or the country … Read More