A simple practice for drawing on wisdom beyond rational thinking and pro-con lists — a steadying anchor for the disorientation of a dark night of the soul.

If you are in the thick of obscurity, holding inner tensions that cannot be resolved, or feeling disconnected from your deepest knowing. If you are disoriented as the sands of time flow through the hourglass at a dizzying pace and there is no rest in sight, please open to this possibility with me: a taste of something else may also be very nearby.

Water meant to flow into the hose is dripping from the spigot, seeping into the ground underneath it. This well-irrigated little patch of Earth is incredibly fertile, but has not been cultivated with intention.

We’ll talk about finding our way, making it through what we thought would be the death of us, and how we wouldn’t give any of it back if we could. We will lament how quickly time passes, whisper regrets, and dare to speak of what our hearts really want.

Vibrant beauty that once took away breath is a backdrop now; you search for novel sacraments.

There’s a certain kind of magic that happens when we drop into the flow of relating, present to the “unclear edge” of what is sensed, but needs space to find verbal expression. This conversation has been singing in me for weeks.

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.

Contemplating abstract artwork is a way to wake up our hearts and find a doorway into the inner landscape. It offers us something quieter, deeper: a wordless language.

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.

Snapshots of granular moments of becoming as I work toward an aim to develop finer discrimination and attention.

Has anything ever been more clear? Anything more obscure?

Spiritual practices for holding uncertainty, grief, disorientation, restlessness, and dark night seasons with presence, compassion, and deep listening.

Friends, I mustn’t tell you the way,
but lean your heart in close;
I'll cover my whisper.

As we slow down to explore subtle inner experiences weaving through daily-ness, fleeting felt senses of a different quality shimmer.

When the gut-punch of anguish hit me hard, I collaged wisdom that called to me in songs and images.

As social media is changing, algorithms are making it difficult to get the word out about what we are creating. I want to spread the word about cool things that are available to support us in this vital work of tending our souls.

I’ve been carrying an evocative question as I continue this work of “becoming.”

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.