Sacred Cycling

Pocket Poem #4

How would you live then? by Mary Oliver What if a hundred rose-breasted grosbeaksflew in circles around your head? What ifthe mockingbird came into the house with you andbecame your advisor? What ifthe bees filled your walls with honey and allyou needed to do was ask them and they would fillthe bowl? What if the …

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Begin Again

There is joy and an important sense of renewal in each effort to begin again.  ~Sharon Salzberg It’s been a while since I’ve written here.  Right after completing our first sacred century back in September, life happened in stunningly surprising and sometimes disheartening ways.  It was a wondrous journey, meandering the hills of Eastern New York.  And, I lament not …

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What “Sacred” Means to Me

I have a magnet (pictured below) on my refrigerator that reads: Everyone, everywhere, every day is sacred.  I believe this with all of my heart.  And, I wonder about this word, this string of letters that elicits expectation, exultation and grace; this word that intimates that whatever, or whomever, it is attached to or associated with is something …

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Pocket Poem #2

A Cedary Fragrance Even now,decades after,I wash my face with cold water – Not for discipline,nor memory,nor the icy, awakening slap, but to practicechoosingto make the unwanted wanted. by Jane Hirshfield