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
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
The time has finally arrived for Sacred Centuries to officially begin. On September 6, 2021, Jo and I will set off on our first century, leaving Kingston, New York, winding up through the Hudson Valley, and arriving in Saratoga Springs, New York where we’ll meet up with Rev. Kathy Johnson. We have a wondrous itinerary ahead of …
For years I’ve carried poems in my pocket. Whether walking, riding, driving or simply lounging on my couch, I have proceeded through my days with a poem that was particularly inspiring, or thought-provoking. Sometimes I’ve changed out the poem daily, pocketing the one that surfaced during my morning meditations, then filing it away at the end of …
The video and essay that follows is a revision of an inspirational presentation by the author, August 19, 2021, during The Gathering, a weekly online One Spirit community event. Wisdom traditions all over the world refer to the wheel: Ezekial’s Wheel within a Wheel in Christianity is said to represent the cycle of life, and the …
“…a willingness to be vulnerable will always breed strength. …I mean an inner strength. A strength only you can see. One built through the simple joy of managing to keep the pedals turning, even when the road ahead is steep and you’re always gasping for breath.” ~Anna McNuff Hey there friends, you’re invited to Wisdom of the Wheel: Contemplating …