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

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

On hope, New Years, and absolute yes’s

January 1st Rather than stay up to see the fireworks I like to get up early to greet the sun on the first day of the new year. It is the busiest early morning on the beach, with hundreds of people lingering from the night before, and a few, like me, inspired to get up early to see the dawn. … Read More

This too shall pass

Am I on the same beach seeing the same sun? Each day so very different. Same beach same sun same ocean. I am reminded that the words of the wise from time immemorial are evidenced every day… This too shall pass. This. Too. Shall. Pass. The cycles of time are constant. From second to second, life to life. Birth to … Read More

The whisper of our future selves

The light in the clouds is a window to another world. A porthole of sorts, where one might imagine a parallel Universe, or our future selves peeking through. Perhaps our future selves and our ancestors all exist in this very same moment of time with us. Perhaps time is fluid, and not some arrow like trajectory? If this were so … Read More