Grounding + Becoming
A Spacious Wisdom Cross-Pollination
Listen for what’s already in you, the seed within reaching toward sunlight. Stretch into what only you can become.
There is no limit to what Wisdom will shine through to reach us. Silence, nature, art, music, words, and connection are some of the prisms through which the invisible may become briefly visible to our subtle senses.
What we will need for the terrain ahead is mysteriously sprinkled around us days, weeks, months, or even years before we actually need it. There is a resonance we cannot quite explain—a knowing that doesn’t seem to conform to our linear timeline and context.
We recognize it.
Father Bruno Barnhart distills the essence of Wisdom:
“If we require a definition, let us call it knowing: a knowing that is personal, experiential, and tending toward union with that which is known.”
Wisdom cannot be known with the mind alone; it ripens in us, as us.
You are known, and you know.
Wisdom practices help us fine-tune our senses and cultivate inner stability to be present to reality, even when it is hard.
Follow the threads that draw you and listen for what is stirred within.
Re-Member Yourself: A Note From Kirsten + A Poem About Holding Obscurity
When obscurity rises, and
you cannot see where to step next,
your gaze turns ever-so-slightly outward.
Oh, how humbling it is to be human!
Strong Winds Pose No Threat, A Dimensionally-Layered Practice
Vibrant beauty that once took away breath is a backdrop now; you search for novel sacraments.
He Wished to See the Teacher: A Poem and Collage to Listen With
He is one of many who,
while walking the road of daily-ness,
catches a fragrance
so tantalizing, so familiar
like no other thing there are categories for,
and cannot not follow it.
What if losing one’s way from time to time is the way?
Has anything ever been more clear? Anything more obscure?
Glimmering Landscape Time: Spacious Spiritual Practices to Hold Us in Spiritual Disorientation
How do I hold this _______________? (chaos, obscurity, grief, disorientation, restlessness, dark night of the soul…)
Lean Your Heart in Close, A Poem + Collage
Friends, I mustn’t tell you the way,
but lean your heart in close;
I'll cover my whisper.
I Think I Get It Now
At the sudden realization of my error, my heart sinks; my face burns hot and red.
Can you still reach your stubborn hope?
You can't see beyond the next step, but you know what it feels like to let go. It’s time to sense into that knowing.
Why I BeReal
Every single day,
a call to connection arrives on my phone.
The task is simple —
take a selfie
and then hold still
for one more photo —
the view from
where I am.
Is There A Place?
Love is always a flow. How do we hold these powerful forces with care? Is there a place one can go to say "I'm on fire..."
And Still, I Burn, A Poem About Longing
Every so often, I’m visited by a traveling itch.
I push up my sleeve and scratch deeply,
but this itch is a deft matador.
I See You, and I’m Not Going Anywhere
Here's a poem I wrote from a grounded place -- wisdom from myself to myself. I'll keep these words as an anchor to guide my home.
Leaves and Blossoms Along the Way by Mary Oliver
Listen for your inner wisdom through the prism of poetry with Mary’s Olivers Leaves and Blossoms Along the Way.
The Guest House by Rumi
Helena Bonham Carter reads Rumi’s The Guest House. What does this welcoming poem stir in you?
The Farm: An Evocative Short Film
This evocative short-film has been soul nourishment for me. What does it stir in you?
