Betsy sat up straight in her little chair, seeing mostly kneecaps in front of her. She sat there, glowing. That was her job. “What do you say, Betsy?” the Teacher asked. It was her turn again. The words that flowed through her sounded soft and whispery, even to her own…

We make much of names, when perhaps we look too closely at our own namings, what we see as our own makings, and forget to gaze widely, our vision as open as the Divine embrace that nurtures our every breath. Any moment, every world, once perceived through Love’s gaze, is ever altered…

Fire walking brings up its own kinds of fear. Fire leaping is something else altogether. An orb of light, seemingly half complete, filtered by the glorious green of freshly minted maple, loved by the sun. Loved by the sun, cherished by the light. Such are our most sacred dreams. I remember such a morning, when I was a young tween. Filled with the sun’s early…

Dare to take a Step “One step at a time,” the Wise One whispered. “Follow the sacred spiral inward, until the door of your heart looms before you. This is the first step.” “What does that mean?” the Learner fumed, “This is all a bunch of love-and-light shite!” Nothing inspires the ostrich position like a…

Our Greatest Desires and Worst Fears Dance Our Dreams “I want to be enlightened!” says the aspirant. And the Master says, “Is that so?” smiling the smile of long indulgence and deep compassion. A smile born of wisdom, of having traversed the many paths, surfed Her infinite waves, and come out the other side, exactly…nowhere. What most of us…

Amelia asked the question, as my housemate popped her head out to wish me a happy day. Amelia is the Divine Feline in residence, and, while she is thoroughly fluent in human-speak, appreciates clarity of interpretation. Unlike other felines I have known, she does not deign to form human sounds…

When we sacrifice fear, the patterns that form its deadly embrace have to dissolve as well. We can all see this happening around us and within us. Fear cannot live within the frequencies of real love. It is impossible for the frequencies of fear and of divine love to exist…

A Story of Thirteen Thirteen years ago, today, I lived high in the Sierra Nevada mountains of California. Having visited this wilderness for years, living there was a gift beyond imagining. I knew moving to the mountains would change me, my life, and my experience of reality. …

A tale of two standards A long scree carried on the breeze, raising the hairs on his browned and muscled arms. Shading his eyes, Aneurin searched the skies for the source of that haunting cry. “Damn this helmet!” he thought, running a hand under the chin strap, attempting to wipe away the grit and sweat…