Walking in the now but not yet


Do we get so caught up in the destination that we forget to be here? Yet this is the only place we can ever be. One foot in front of the other, even in the darkness. And waiting. Not the stuck kind, but the expectant, hopeful sort. The kind that trusts that we can see … Read more

What is the ground on which I stand?


What is the groundon which I stand?Is it gritty asphalt,a rocky outcrop,or waterside meadows? Is it the external forcesthat hold metogether,or the internalflows thatkeep me alive? Is it what Itouch andtaste, and see?Or what Ifeel and trust,  and believe with adeeper knowing? Does it depend onwhere I’ve been,or is itfresh each day? Do I have … Read more