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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This is No Passing Fancy
A voice from without calls to something within. Doubts and fears are stilled by a presence my heart recognizes—a presence that knows me intimately and is not at all troubled by my humanity.
Panning for Gold: Holding the Impossible
A tender reflection woven through EMT experience and the people who love them. A story about what lingers after the call, and the small ways we learn to hold pain and love together.
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?
Lean Your Heart in Close
Friends, I mustn’t tell you the way,
but lean your heart in close;
I'll cover my whisper.
Collaging Signals From a Creative Universe
When the gut-punch of anguish hit me hard, I collaged wisdom that called to me in songs and images.
What is the opposite of a great poem?
I’ve been carrying an evocative question as I continue this work of “becoming.”
We Are Here: Artifacts of Presence
We have talked at length about what’s been shifting in our sense of the world and our inklings about why we are here. In this offering, there’s a deepening.
Exceedingly Alive to the Complex Weave
In the return,
in the silence,
a permeable fractal
perceives Source.
Faint Outlines of a New Possibility
We are alive, friends. It’s painful and exquisite. There is so much darkness. It’s real. Death is all around us. Unaddressed pain has mixed with power and fragmented us, but we are encircled by a Love that is permeating the darkness in the most creative ways.
Making Everything I’ve Received Flow Again
There’s a communal nature to wisdom. Our journeys overlap — sometimes in physical life, and sometimes outside of it — words and presence across time and space.
I Think I Get It Now
At the sudden realization of my error, my heart sinks; my face burns hot and red.
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.
She hadn’t been wide awake for years
What does this wisdom collage stir in you? Do the words or images draw you in? Do you resist them?
You’re on the Right Path
Here’s an invitation to an unconventional spiritual practice —bringing curiosity to evocative images to notice resonance and resistance. What does this wisdom collage stir in you?
Love says “Please Come Home”
How do we move in freedom, agency, and sacred responsibility — freedom for the flourishing of all beings and Love itself?