Grounding + Becoming
A Soulspace Wisdom Cross-Pollination
Listen for what is already in you, the seed within reaching toward sunlight
What I need for the terrain ahead seems to be mysteriously sprinkled around me days, weeks, months, or even years before I need it. There is an inexplicable resonance—a knowing that doesn’t conform to my linear timeline and context.
I recognize it.
Wisdom cannot be known with the mind alone; it animates within me. I am known, and I know.
And still, I forget.
Practices draw me back to the center. I return. I drink deeply. I remember.
There is spaciousness inside to keep going.
Follow what draws you.
Notice what stirs.
What is recognition like for you?
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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.
The Guest House by Rumi
Helena Bonham Carter reads Rumi’s The Guest House. What does this welcoming poem stir in you?
It’s All Worth Living For
Poet and storyteller Levi The Poet with a deeply moving plea. This performance carries a frequency of Love in vulnerability, and truth-telling, that evokes awe in me. Which line lingers in you?
Contemplative Curiosity: Mary Oliver on Praying
What does Mary Oliver’s instruction on prayer evoke in you? Here’s an invitation to engage with her words contemplatively.
How to Be Alone by Pádraig Ó Tuama, An On Being Poetry Short Film
This is an evocative poem in Ó Tuama’s own voice. What words stick with you when you listen/watch? What is your felt sense of the poem?
Trees, a poem by Howard Nemerov
Here’s an invitation to engage with poetry as a prism for Spirit. What words shimmer for you in this poem?
Tapestry of Wisdom: Grief, a curated collection
Off-the-beaten-path threads of spiritual wisdom woven into a tapestry of wisdom on grief. Whether we are grieving the loss of a loved one, a faith community, a dream, or a self-image, in attuning to our felt sense granularly, we bear witness.
On Poetry and Brain Rest
I was in a minor car accident a couple of weeks ago. Though not badly hurt, I received a prescription for brain rest. My doctor also suggested bundling up and going outside to be among the trees and birds. Nature as medicine.