Reciprocity, Paying Attention and Presence

I’m Almost Ready to Fly …

Paying attention is a form of reciprocity with the living world, receiving the gifts with open eyes and open heart. Robin Wall Kimmerer

Whether with awareness or not, we are always paying attention to something, even if it’s no thing.

I woke this morning to news of the powerful earthquake in Russia and the issuance of tsunami warning across the Pacific, to Hawaii and the west coast of the U.S. As the morning unfolds those warning are lifted and warnings now issued along Central and South American coastlines.

I wonder if and how most of us will pay attention to this news. Might we even for a moment allow a curious question to rise for our Mother? Might we ask, “Mother Earth, what is the message you bring us in these events? What is the wisdom you offer, if only we will listen?” Might we put away our childish ways and declare, “I want to hear you. I want to align with your ways, your wisdom.”

This seems to be the path that I have chosen, a path that I didn’t consciously seek, rather one that was right before me when I came to the heart of my senses. When I felt, saw, and heard the call. That call didn’t come in a memorable moment, but over time as I became more present to place and began to hear the gentle voice of my wise Mother, Gaia.

It’s often said that as we get older, our parents become wiser. How old must we be to hear the voice of the Mother that we all share? How old (or young) must we be to listen to her consistent message that everything is connected and that we are all kin? How old must we be to play nice with all Beings, all our kin on this playground where we have landed together? To live in reciprocity with all Life?

Hmmm… What am I paying attention to as for the second week in a row morning coffee suddenly sloshes onto the page? More this week than last, and in all my years of this morning writing practice, I don’t recall many, if any, such spills. Might I be mirroring the ever-increasing intensity of Mother’s Earth’s events?

What am I to see in this? I chuckle as I wonder, taking care not to fall into ponderous, ‘must know because it’s important’ wonder, but to place myself in the childlike curiosity of a four-year old’s wonderous “Why mommy?”  inquiry.

“Take that to the woods!” rises from deep within. Perhaps it’s Grandmother Pinon’s voice, calling me to set aside the sadness, worry, and angst that I often bring to the ‘lap’ of her leaning trunk. Oh, such a joy to lean into a hug with her! She often receives my tears as the rising sun warms my back. Or perhaps it’s the voice of the young Violet-Green swallow that took flight after a few days of peeking out from the safety of its booted nest, “Come fly with me! Oh wow!”

Most likely it’s the stirring of my heart asking, “How do I listen with childlike wonder so that I hear all the voices of Gaia guiding my play in service to Life?”

Let my heart skip joyfully through these woods as eyes and feet pay attention to the rocky, prickly terrain. Step by step. Beat by beat. Breath by sacred breath, breathing in deeply the gifts of this place, eyes and heart open. Present to the beauty and wonder of place. Receiving in reciprocity. And Being oh so grateful.

Grandmother Pinon and Her Mountain View

Presence - An Anchor in Life's Storms

Ziggurat Morning After the Rain

Beauty. Vibrance. Life! Connected by invisible threads am I to This. As are we all.

I observe a bit of angst (yep, sometimes more) when my awareness takes leave of the beauty of this moment and wild mind leaps to a regret from the past or a future happening that may unfold (or may not!).

The slosh and spill of morning coffee on the page isn’t expected. That brings me to the present and into an active response. All the while the beauty of the morning’s sights, sounds, smells is ever present. Hummers flit around the feeder. Nuthatch scurries in a nearby tree. Cool, fresh air following last night’s rain. Tiny cones forming on the pines. Growth, expansion. Life unfolding day in and day out.

Mother Earth spins. From the dark, rest under twinkling skies to dawn’s early light revealing the aliveness of all the Beings in these woods. Rock Beings hosting moss, lichen, and other Life, some visible, some not. Unseen Beings alive and well dwelling here invisible to my untrained eyes. Nature’s way.

Beauty. Vibrance. Life! This is my heart’s joy, its journey, and its song. Wordless words. Timeless time. Spacious emptiness full of Life awaiting. Awaiting what? Recognition?

Connected by invisible threads am I to This. As are we all.

This presence is my anchor in the storms of Life. Carried with me over lifetimes forgotten, yet not. Rising in this time to resound care, peace, love amidst the storms. Rising to stand for Life!

May it be so

that we live in peace.

May it be so. May it be so.

May it be so

that we live in love.

May it be so. May it be so.

May it be so

that we live in care.

May it be so. May it be so.

So be peace in all.

So be love in all.

So be care in all.

May it be so. May it be so. May it be so.

And So It Is.

And So It Is.

And So It Is.

Peace, Love, and Care.

New Green Cone on the Pine

Joy and Sorrow - Our World Needs Both

Full Moon Morning

Call upon the part of you that finds enchantment and awe in the everyday moments. Elder Otter (The Animal Elders Oracle – Asha Frost)

Joy is a meeting place, of deep intentionality and of self-forgetting, the bodily alchemy of what lies inside us in communion with what formerly seemed outside, but is now neither, but become a living frontier, a voice speaking between us and the world … The sheer intoxicating beauty of the world inhabited as an edge between what we previously thought was us and what we thought was radically other than us. David Whyte (Consolations: The Solace, Nourishment and Underlying Meaning of Everyday Words)

The woods out back are alive with birdsong this early morning. As I settle in to write, reflecting on joy, my ears detect unfamiliar chatter and movement catches my eye. Looking up, I discover three fuzzy fledgling violet-green swallows from a nearby nesting box on the deck rail just out my open window. I watch for several minutes as they experiment or practice - rail to ground, ground to rail, rail to ground, and back and forth many times. Such a joy to witness their newfound discovery of flight and life outside the box; and then, in a magical moment, they seem to understand who they be and away they fly. Joyfully, I suppose.

My heart feels the joy of witnessing this cycle of life, young life, and I smile thinking of the possibility that I’ll hear the chirps of newborn flycatchers soon to hatch in the nest tended by mama flycatcher. Perhaps I’ll be blessed again to see the fledglings learn their gift of flight.

I’m reminded of Elder Otter, an oracle who visited a few days back when I was feeling deep sorrow for the world and a sense of burden and responsibility around tasks at hand. Find enchantment and awe. Joy is a choice.

Joy. Of the sun rising above the peaks beaming into the woods. Joy. Of catching the waning moon just above the nearby Stupa on my morning walk. Joy in the arrival of a young ‘van lifer’ friend who is part of our community during summer.

Such happenings outside of me open my heart, a heart that resounds the knowing that joy is a choice. Even in our sorrow about so many events in the world, we can choose joy. Not in denial. Not in ignorance, but joy in recognizing that the world needs both our joy and our sorrow. Mother Earth needs our tears of both joy and of sorrow. Each of us and all of us need our sorrow and our joy as well.

Life needs the nourishment of our joy and our sorrow for through sorrow and joy we experience and nourish Life. We dance. We fall to the ground in despair. We laugh. We sob. As each nourishes us, Life is nourished.

Amidst the world’s chaos, destruction, dissolution, seemingly unimaginable cruelty and horrors that we humans perpetrate on one another and on our planet home, winged ones nest and fledglings learn to fly. New cones form on the pines, promising future feasts for the chipmunks currently munching unprotected basil and other plants. The sun rises over the peaks each morning bringing its life-giving light. The Earth spins and that same sun ‘sets’ in the west. As darkness falls millions of tiny points of light begin their nightly show.

For those who choose to see, these everyday moments feed the joy within. They feed me. Joy that dances with sorrow in my heart of hearts.

Joy and sorrow each inform us of who we Be. Moment to moment in the dance with each and with both who we Be is not who we were. May we dance with these gifts as we BEcome more of who we truly are, for this is our contribution to Life.

A Reminder …

Words to Meet the Moment

Good Morning Sun!

Words are my matter. I have chipped one stone

for thirty years and still it is not done,

that image of the thing I cannot see.

I cannot finish it and set it free,

    transformed energy. Ursula K. Le Guin (The Mind Is Still – 1977)

As I sit in the pre-dawn quiet, I wonder what words meet this moment, this time in which we find ourselves. A time that is challenging beyond what perhaps we could have imagined. And a time that we chose to be here.

Tried and true words don’t seem adequate. We need new ones just as we need new stories, new beliefs, new ways of understanding and of being to align us with Mother Earth, one another, and all Life.

Today’s weather everywhere is reflective of these times. Here in the mountains, the overnight temperature was warm and today the forecast is ‘hot’.  Perhaps we need to cool ourselves off from within, chill out on many levels. Not ‘them’, those who we think are the ‘problem’ or the cause of it all, but all of us, me, you, everyone. I’m not suggesting the chill of escape or denial. Not chill as in lounging under a fan at the beach sipping pina coladas, munching on bonbons, while reading fluffy love stories. Although we do need to relax and play, laugh and sing and dance, we need to do so in the spirit of transformation, community building, and care for Life.

For all those faults that we see and decry in the ‘other’, we are being called to find where those same faults dwell in ourselves and to choose whether or not they remain. We need to transform now, because what we’ve accepted, created, sustained, and maintained not only doesn’t work, but it is also killing us and endangering all Life. We, not ‘them’, but me, you, each of us by our thoughts, our words, our deeds are contributors to what is happening in the moment. And we have the power to shift what is happening by making choices in thought, word, belief, and action that are aligned with Life. Bringing ourselves into alignment with Life is the opportunity of our time.

Our choices are the proverbial elephant in the room, yet we need not focus on the weight of guilt and blame. We need not eat the elephant one bite at a time as we’ve been told. Rather we have the opportunity, and yes, the responsibility to tune in and listen to the wisdom of these majestic beings and all their kin, including the Earth herself.

Despite the claims and clever marketing of individuals, groups, institutions, etc. that theirs is the only right way, there is no single path or one right way for we are all different, each with our own path to discover, to create, to travel.

Increasingly my path is one that moves between quiet, stillness and active exploration, engagement. In stillness, I’m often sauntering in the woods, sitting by a creek or the nearby stupa, humbly and simply asking for the wisdom that lives there to reveal itself. Indoors, the pen often comes out as I consider choices I’m making and whether they reflect reverence for Life.

Recently I found myself troubled by a decision to live trap and relocate squirrels and chipmunks that have found a way to enter the attic of my home. I grapple with my choice as I see clearly how it reflects; indeed it is, the thinking that has led to the inhumane treatment of immigrants today and of indigenous peoples in this country’s past. And yet I need to care for the safety and integrity of my home. And that is just the kind of rationalization used, consciously or not, in creating many of the conditions that we are attempting to grok, navigate, and change.

On the path I’ve chosen, I need to reckon with issues like this. Perhaps we all do in some way so that we recognize our part in the moment.

In active exploration and engagement, I’m discovering and connection with those who are creating new systems, new ways of doing that are more aligned with Life. Community building, regenerative agriculture, and other regenerative systems grounded in social and economic justice.

I’m chipping at my own stone of remaking our world. Thought by thought. Word by word. Step by step. Each hopefully designed for transformation, the remaking of me and of the world we share.

What about you? What are you thinking? What are you attending to? How does it nurture Life?

Good Night Sun …

Imagining Beyond What Is

Spiraling Slowly into the Heart of the Labyrinth … I Imagine What Is

A fable to start with. Once upon a time life evolved on a certain planet, bringing forth many kinds of social organizations – packs, pods, flocks, troops, herds, and so on. One species whose members were unusually intelligent developed a unique social organization called a tribe. Tribalism worked well for them for millions of years, but there came a time when they decided to experiment with a new social organization (called civilization) that was hierarchical rather than tribal. Before long, those at the top of the hierarchy were living in great luxury, … having the best of everything. … Daniel Quinn, Beyond Civilization: Humanity’s Next Great Adventure

And, I think you know first hand how this ‘fable’ has played out.

This blog morning as I sit in the early dawn quiet with a day unusually full of activity, I’m present to an inner conflict and inquiry. More than one, I suppose, as I find such conflicts and inquiries more and more these days. My thinking and imagining is shifting in response to listening and hearing in new ways and to new sources, both within and without, and as I commit to making choices with greater awareness and consciousness. Choices beyond the bounds of the world’s ways .

The sources and qualities of in-formation coming my way have shifted, but that, and indeed my inner inquiry itself, are, perhaps, stories for another day.

The ways in which the world I live in reflects my values is diminishing at what seems to be an accelerated pace. I challenge myself to think differently, to see and hear differently, and most of all to imagine differently. To imagine the infinite possibilities beyond what we call civilization, if we dare to imagine some entirely new and bold experiment. What possibilities lie beyond the limited choices offered up by sides – countries, religions, political parties, etc. – each fighting for its belief that its ways of practicing ‘civilization’ is the ‘right’ way, the way their God created the world and intended it to be forever and ever? What possibilities open when we dare look into the shadows of our past with an eye (and heart) intent on reparation and right relationship?

I have often written here that we need new stories, new songs, new ways to live into beyond what our world has become, and as I write this chapter of my current walk on this earth I am opening more widely to discover and nurture those see and who choose the paths to create a world beyond what we call civilization and what we are experiencing as its entropic shadows. Shadows that invite us to acknowledge the errs of our past, of colonization, of greed, of slavery, and the many ways the myth of separation has been (and continues to be) expressed.

It is time (hopefully not beyond) for a revolution without war, a revolution co-created by simply choosing new paths each unique in its own ways and choices, yet aligned with Life, All Life. Imagine leaving behind that legacy.

Spiraling Up in the Ziggurat … Another Place of Imagining Beyond …

Untying the Knots of Separation

Sun’s Rays Light the Wisdom of the Mountains and the Woods Out Back

Every knot was once straight rope. The Mysterious Man in Stephen Sondheim’s Into the Woods

The Muse pivots our approach this day. This morning, I found myself waking to deep questioning and recalled this line that I first heard from Gregge Tiffen, a mystic whose work, wisdom, and advice I followed from 1980 until his death in 2008, wisdom that I continue to call upon some 45 years later. In questioning a recent decision I made, a tale from the past and yet another challenge to pivot emerged…

Once upon a time there was a straight rope whose strands connected all Beings of the earth. These Beings knew that the rope was the flow of Life directly from Life’s Source. Each looked and listened to the Rope of Life in their own ways. Tree and Plant Beings after all don’t look and listen in the same ways as the winged ones, the rock Beings, the waters, the four-legged Beings, the gilled Beings, the human Beings, or, indeed, the unseen Ones. From their listening each discovered their contribution, thus co-creating harmony with one another and their beloved planet home.

In that abundant world there was plenty for all and each Being, again in their unique way, naturally received what they needed – just enough (like the bowl of porridge that was just right). And each returned their gifts in reciprocity to the earth. Life was sacred.

I’m told that the ancestors of the Pinon Pine Beings in the Woods Out Back passed along this knowledge and that the land and the elements also remember this time before knots began to be tied in the Rope of Life. In that ancient time all Life was celebrated and lived as sacred. It was a time before knots were tied. Before words and deeds began to restrict Life’s flow. A time before Beings began to see themselves as separate from one another and Mother Earth. A time before the great forgetting of Oneness and the sacredness of all Life.

In that great forgetting words became beliefs, or perhaps beliefs became words both tying knots of separation in the Rope of Life. Knotty words and beliefs that today we easily embrace as our culture, our civilization, as just ‘the way life is’ have become our prison, a prison that separates us from one another, from the sacred Beings of our planet home and from Mother Earth herself. Simple words that we use daily engage us in continuing to extract from rather than contribute to one another and Gaia – right/wrong, profit, competition, success, progress, goals, winning, achieving, civilization – to name a few have become targets to achieve in the service not of Life but of having more and of having it our way (for of course, my way is superior to yours). Words of control and power over ultimately lead us to violence and war, for some believe that rather than untying the knots, parts of the Rope should simply be destroyed. That is the way of our systems. From toxic control of ‘pests’ to the horrors of war, knots of separation run rampant in our world.

But destroying one knot breaks the Rope of Life, and WE have the power to untie these knots. And to reweave the Rope of Life. Mother Earth remembers this time before knots, and she is quaking, rumbling, burning, and flooding us to re-member. For those with eyes to see and ears to hear she speaks the forgotten story, inviting us to untie the embedded knots of separation before we destroy ourselves and more of the sacred Beings of her world/our world as She lives on in the infinity of Life – restoring, regenerating, re-creating the harmony that is Her Nature. Nature that is ours as well, if we dare to choose Life’s path and to look beyond how life seems to be in our knotted world, to untie the knots that bind us to that world and weave a new Rope of Life.

Can we dare to imagine a world beyond our current defining of these knotty words? Can we recast them in the sacred light of connection? Can we dare to imagine what is possible beyond ‘civilization’ and our quite questionable record of civility? Can we dare to imagine a world beyond fences and borders where we are citizens of Mother Earth?

Are we willing to choose that path? Am I?   

Ancient Beings - What Wisdom Do YOU Carry?

Holding Spiritual Perspective

Morning at the Creek

In the spiritual universe, only love is real, and nothing else exists… The world has trained me to believe in the illusions of fear and separation and to disbelieve in the truth that lies beyond them. Today, I take a stand for truth as I extend my perceptions beyond what my physical senses reveal to me to what I know to be true in my heart. Marianne Williamson (Morning Meditation 18 June 2025)

Our sovereignty lives in the power to choose our perspective moment to moment.

My heart feels a bit heavy today and I find it challenging to settle in to write. From concerns about family members and friends who are facing personal challenges and loss to the horrors of conflicts and war all around the globe, the time seems perilous. And indeed, it is. The question, ‘Who am I in this time and how will I meet it?’ rises in me.

At the same time, I know that most of what I see is the world’s ways of propagating fear and efforts to maintain control, the very training that Williamson speaks to in her meditation today in the false ways of separation and fear. Training that I don’t recall signing up for!

Yes. I know. I’ve said this here before. Frequently in fact. And I’m present to how often the idea shows up in Williamson’s words and those of other contemporary leaders. I think it continues to rise as a theme because I (and we) need the reminder of this Truth amidst the constant noise from the world that craves our attention. And, in being reminded, we are also reminded that our perspective is chosen by us. Our sovereignty lives in the power to choose our perspective moment to moment.

It seems that the world’s ways, its training, challenge that sovereignty every day.

Some days I find it easy to remember the power of this choice. I feel the closeness and ease of access to a depth of gratitude, to Spirit, God, my faith that Life is unfolding in some divine way as it must. I feel compassion and care for those suffering the unthinkable horrors of war, those targeted right here in the country that is my home, as well as for family and friends with their personal challenges. I aim to not allow my compassion, concern, care to give way to the fear and separation-based perspectives of the world.

When I’m feeling that depth of gratitude and access, I’m shown new information that deepens my understanding of who I be and what is mine to do in this unfolding world. A new connection is made to the vast network that is engaged in rethinking our relationship to Mother Earth, the cosmos, and one another and co-creating systems that are aligned with Life. I gain insight into how my past choices have placed me here in this sacred place with life conditions that support me. New information offering clarity as to my purpose and direction in this chapter of life finds its way to me.

This morning as I walked in the early morning cool, I felt deep gratitude for this place and the perspective that I carry. I feel a sense of opening to understanding sacred reciprocity that I mentioned last week. Understanding not with my head alone but understanding centered in my heart.

Simply expressing thanks feels like opening to a deeper shift coming from within, one that will strengthen the foundation of my spiritual perspective as I put attention on aligning with the new.

A Young Friend in the Woods

You and Only You

Morning Sun at the Stupa

You and only you are responsible for your life choices and decisions. Robert T. Kiyosaki

The words came in a bit differently as the pen touched the page this morning: You and only you are given the power of choice in your life. The message seemed a clear reminder of a Truth often forgotten or lost in a world that constantly seeks to distract, grab our attention, and influence each choice we make. We are asked to choose this way. Or that. Each with its own story. Each leading in its own direction.

Choices are the hinges of destiny. Edwin Markham

With each choice I create my present and my future. Remembering that I am at choice moment to moment is, for me, a powerful elixir in those moments when I seem on the precipice of being overtaken by some force, usually an emotion that isn’t on my ‘preferred’ list, brought on in response (or reaction) to some external event. I choose how to BE with what’s risen, consciously or not.

All too often I’ve done so unconsciously out of habit or reaction, choosing to fight, judge as wrong, or deny that which is uncomfortable, shoving it deep inside where it can fester into greater dis-ease or worse.

These days though as there is much in our world with the potential to generate angst, fear, disgust, anger, and, for me especially, sadness, I’m choosing to engage with what rises more consciously and intentionally. To not deny, but to allow the feelings a place and time to move in and through me. To not judge it or me but to be with and discover what gifts of insight are being offered. To not fight, but to surrender to its need to be heard, felt, understood and my need to hear, feel, and, perhaps, understand.

In doing so, the darkness I feel seems to lighten, then lift, leaving behind not a tale of woe or the makings of more trouble ahead, but rather a sense of satisfaction with my choice, perhaps wiser than past choices to fight, deny, or judge. That sense of satisfaction opens me to curiosity and wonder, a desire to explore the world within and the world I walk through, to deepen my understanding of the relationship between the two, and to reimagine how both worlds can be.

Yesterday, unsurprisingly, the phrase ‘sacred reciprocity’ popped off the page I was reading. Reciprocity has been a topic of much recent exploration and reflection in my reimagining. When I saw it paired with ‘sacred’, it touched something deep in me. A sense of ‘this is the way’ leapt into my being. Followed quickly by the recognition that there is no ‘this’, as in one and only one ‘right’ way.

I, and only I, am responsible for the choices in my life. I wonder how it might be if I lived more deeply in gratitude and committed myself to ‘sacred reciprocity’ in the choices I make? And what if ‘we’ did the same? How might that redefine who we are in the world? What world might we co-create?

It is our choices, not our abilities, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities. J.K. Rowling (Dumbledore in Harry Potter)

Who are we? Who are we becoming? The choices are ours.  

Cottonwood Creek Spring Flow

Awakening to Anguish

Morning Clouds Shroud the Peaks

Anguish is the emblem of our helpless love, fully felt in every cell of the body; felt until it overflows, in a cry, in tears in words that try to negate, powerlessly, what is occurring. Anguish is our foundational cry against the unjust taking away what we feel should be forever ours. … But anguish fully felt is also the first stop on the road to recovery and healing. …anguish is the last fully felt measure of our care. … Anguish is not debilitation: anguish fully felt, is a sign that we are fully awake at last, through our own pain, to all the heartbreaking losses and goodbyes involved in the drama of a human life, anguish tells us we are getting ready to embrace, or are even now, against our will, willing to embrace what until now could never be embraced, that is: our ability to live fully in this body despite its never ending griefs and wounds… David Whyte (Consolations II – The Solace, Nourishment, and Underlying Meaning of Everyday Words)

It seems fitting that the first word in Whyte’s recently published Consolations II is anguish. There is much in our world that seems worthy of allowing ourselves to feel the depth of loss. And, to recognize in so doing we are invited to step through a portal of healing. A divine portal of intelligence.

Little did I know last evening when I read Whyte’s exploration of anguish just before ‘lights out’ that I would awaken this morning to my own cry against a culture that seems to want to take away, or at least diminish or deny, my/our natural intelligence: the knowing from this and prior lives walking this earth and of listening deeply to Gaia and all her beings, the wisdom of my heart and connection to the intelligence of that which sources Life.

But I did just that. I woke feeling heaviness darker than the clouds that shrouded the peaks this early morn. As those clouds lifted, I sat quietly, curious about the nature of the dark cloud I was experiencing as I looked at the beauty of fresh snow visible on the mountain peaks. Such beauty is Nature, our planet home from which we have lost the truth of our connection.

As I reflected, I realized that my personal war with our culture’s striving to keep us separated from this truth by instilling fear around every bend, in corners and crevices all around was rearing its head. And I sensed the anguish I felt was springing from a well of concern about so-called ‘artificial intelligence’, prompted by recent discoveries and conversations about how artificial intelligence is being used and by the culture’s messages that technology, artificial intelligence, is superior to our intelligence as sovereign, sentient beings.

I feel the anguish of something that is mine/ours by design is being taken away. The intelligence of our interconnectedness with All Life. The intelligence of the universe. I think of Rumi’s wise words: You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop. I am that intelligence. You are that intelligence. We are that intelligence. Think about the intelligence of the ocean and the life it sustains and be with that reality for just a moment.

As I continue to reflect, I feel drawn to go to the woods out back, to Mother Pinon and Grandmother as I feel deep sadness, a sense of losing who we be as we gravitate and become more dependent on technology. The Mother Tree calls me first, and there in her embrace I feel the insanity of our embrace of artificial ‘anything’, most assuredly artificial intelligence. It occurs to me that in calling it ‘AI’ we ignore and may forget its artificiality, just as we have been led away from the ingredients of foods that are not natural or ‘real’. Foods that continue to create all manner of health issues.

Tears streaming, I ask how it is that we continue to fall for the idea that this next great technology, artificial ‘thing’ is going to solve the multi-crises that we have created? Where is the intelligence of choosing this path over the natural intelligence of Gaia, of the Cosmos, and of our design that is inextricably linked and has access to the Intelligence of all that is?

Experiencing this anguish in what feels like the depths of my being opens me to step through that portal toward understanding and the healing reconciliation that may come from a sincere desire to understand this ‘thing’ called artificial intelligence at the same time I deepen my connection with and understanding of the intelligence of Mother Earth as I increase my capacity to hear, respond, and align with her intelligence.

P.S. There’s no artificial intelligence here despite numerous prompts to let ‘co-pilot’ take control of this stream.

Snow on the Peaks (and Rain in the Foothills)!

Giving Voice to Vision

With Eyes to See A New Friend in Grandfather Juniper

Through pride we are ever deceiving ourselves. But deep down below the surface of the average conscience a still, small voice says to us, something is out of tune. Carl Jung

Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes. Carl Jung

Early morning the theme comes. Two words. Voice. Vision. Then, direction: giving voice to vision.

I sense the guidance isn’t meant for today’s Pivot alone, but rather a pivot that’s been in motion in me for a while is coming to a new point of clarity and direction. Greater clarity around a question that’s been with me for a while as we forge paths beyond the current chaos and dissolution toward the ‘next’ that wants to emerge as we nourish seeds planted long ago and plant new seeds. What is mine to do?

Several days back as I sat looking into the woods out back as the sun peeked over the peaks of the Sangres, this stream found its way to the page:

In the quiet stillness

of doing nothing

is everything.

In the quiet stillness

of doing no thing

I can BE Every Thing

that I Am.

I Am That.

 It is by no means everyone’s voice to be predominately quiet and still, yet it is in that quiet stillness that we hear the small, still voice of the heart, a heart that knows what voice is ours to speak. When. Where. How. To and for whom.

We need the chorus of voices rising up to say ‘No!’ to that which destroys Life and stands in the way of our personal sovereignty. We need voices of calm serenity to nurture emergent visions and infinite possibilities that sprout from right relationships. To one another. To all Life. To the aliveness of our planet home. We need to align our daily choices with the world we want to experience.

We need vision questors, vision keepers, vision holders, vision speakers to dream and nurture potent possibilities of aligning with Life, just as we need builders to bring those visions to life. We need not vision, speak, and build in the old ways of doing more of the same. Rather we need to ask, ‘What else is possible if I see this differently?’ and then listen with our hearts. We need to move beyond the doom and gloom of analytical problem solving, to the joy of creative minds and hearts that see beyond the cruelty and suffering of the moment to harmony with Life rising like a phoenix from the ashes of destruction and despair. We need to ask, ‘Who shall we BE?’ And align our choices with that.

All too often we forget just how powerful we are. We need to remember and recognize that we are the voices, the visionaries, and the builders of our world and our experiences in the choices we make each day. In every choice we make we are giving voice to a vision.

In our choices of what food we purchase and consume, we give voice to either health and vitality or todisease, not only of our bodies, but of the body of earth and her health. In what we choose to speak (and, yes, post on social media), we are giving voice to visions of a loving world or one of fear, to visions of cooperation and community or to division and competition.

Are you in tune with the small, still voice of your heart, dreaming and awakening to the power of your choices? What and whose visions are your choices giving voice to?

An Old Friend on the Ziggurat Road