All posts tagged: Awareness

Walking the labyrinth

After a long day I went out for a barefoot stroll around the neighborhood, just to stretch my legs and feel nature before I turn in to bed. A block from my home there is a field, which was recently mowed and in it I saw stones and white lines of paint. As I got closer I could discern the beginnings of a labyrinth. Someone has gone to quite a bit of bother to lay out this complex shape in a public place. I felt invited in to walk toward the center. I love the way a labyrinth draws me in. At first the path seems short and direct, but after a few steps it curves and turns back on itself. The meandering journey slows the mind and opens the heart. First I move in and then it again. I find myself pausing to take a deep breath and soak in my surroundings. A couple of tall trees, blackberry blossoms, familiar weeds between my toes, soft sand and little jagged rocks under my feet. I …

Clearing Roadblocks

A nice camping trip to the east side of Mt. Hood. Some folks call it Wy’east over there. The mountain itself is called Lookout Mountain. I’m sure there are other names, but I just remember how to get there. As I pulled on to the dirt road leading up the mountain I saw some fallen trees by the side of the road and it reminded me of the MovNat video my trainer from Bootcamp showed me. I started to tell my friend S about it, how the guy ran around in the woods half naked and barefoot. He jumped off cliffs into a pile of pebbles and dragged around huge logs with his bare hands. Then we turned the bend to our campground and right before us was an enormous pile of downed trees blocking the whole road. We both had to laugh at that synchronicity. Being adventurous we jumped out assessed the situation. We decided that if we moved all the smaller logs we could drive around the main roadblock and make it to …

Honoring the Mother

The Mother wants to give her child everything. Everything the child asks for, needs or simply would be delighted by. But the child must also be polite. By polite I don’t mean saying the right words, like please and thank you. Deep politeness is a way of being – respectful, humble, grateful – acknowledging that what you receive is so much more than you can ever give back. This attitude, this sharing of love is what makes the work of the mother a joy. We must practice to be polite with our mothers. Our human mothers, our mother earth. We must show our children how to respect us, our wives, our elders, our planet. And how do we do that best? First we do it by honoring ourselves. We honor our bodies by feeding them well, resting, moving. We honor our hearts by loving, playing, saying nice things to and about ourselves. We honor our personal space and time by having and holding clear boundaries. We honor our creativity by giving it room to express …

A little death in my daily life

An astrologer friend pointed out that since I have Pluto in my sixth house I would experience a little death in my daily life. For a while nap time with the babies served that purpose. If you’ve ever supported a young one in the transition from here to wherever it is we go when we sleep you must know what I mean. Falling asleep, letting go of the world, trusting your body to the earth, embodied in your warm soft bed it is like dying. You go all alone. You don’t know what will happen. And as a little one not yet versed in this worlds permanency it must be frightening at times. I’m here, you’re alright, we can play again when you wake up. Well, today nap time was easy. The little ones slip off to sleep after a few minutes of singing to themselves and I found my death in a book. Zazen by Vanessa Veselka a Reed graduate. I mention Reed because it was in the Reed alumni magazine that I first …

On the inner plane you can not lie

When I work with little children I listen to the subtle voices, as much as possible. People communicate, just like plants and animals, silently on the inner plane. It is easiest to hear when we’re not talking, or with little children. Little children don’t know how to lie, they just tell it how they see it. What is inside them comes out. But words are tricky and soon they learn that they can say things that are not “true” and that has all sorts of interesting effects. As adults we swim in lies, so many we hardly know they are there. Beliefs, Illusions, Stories, … call them what you will, the things we tell ourselves and each other that aren’t real and then try hard to live in accordance with. I spend much of my time in meditation trying to sort that out and find my way back to Reality. Plants live there, and little children. On the inner plane you can not lie, only pretend you don’t hear.

Is all this healing work worth it?

Recently, on my way to herb school, I remembered a class from last year where a fellow student had helped me work on the chronic pain in my shoulder.  “Hmm, I haven’t really had that issue in months.” I thought to myself. “I wonder what else has improved in the past year or so. ” I, like many people, have an ongoing list of health issues that I struggle with. Currently it is my slow digestion that I am most focused on. It occupies a lot of my time and thought, to tweak my diet and herbs, massage my belly, focus on letting go of what I no longer need with ease … As I’m working with these little daily changes I get impatient and sometimes it’s hard to see the big picture.  I get frustrated with how slowly things change. Is all this healing work worth it? Sound familiar? But really, are they that slow to change? Here’s my health inventory. As I said, my neck and shoulders are no longer in chronic pain. …

The obstacles are thoughts

Self-realization itself does not admit of progress, it is ever the same. The Self remains always in realization. The obstacles are thoughts. Progress is measured by the degree of removal of the obstacles to understanding that the Self is always realized. – Ramana Maharishi I consider writing down my thoughts. Why do I do that? Why do I write? In hopes that my thoughts are of interest to other people, that I might be appreciated or become famous? That something I say is of benefit to someone who reads it? I hope that something in my written speaks to people of this voice that is beyond the little self. I hope that if I write enough about what inspires me, or of the conversations I have with my self, or the beauty I observe in the world that some small piece of what is deeper than me will shine through. That god herself will speak in my words from my soul to yours. Now there is an ambition for my writing. But what else is …

Some things I really like

Walking in the sun is one of my favorite activities. As is thinking about things to write. Today I’ll write about some things I like. I like the way the new Tulip Poplar leaves glow in the sunshine against the stark blue sky. And the dark squiggly lines the branches make among them. I like the bright yellow dandelions that have taken over the neighborhood. I like the large, brown and grey striped caterpillar that I saw sunning himself on the stem of a weed, perhaps it was wild lettuce. I’m still working to identify that one. I like the feeling of pebbles and stones, grass and warm cement under my feet as I walk. I like the satisfying ache in my muscles that reminds me of last night’s late night of Contact Improv Dancing. I like my little heater behind my back that takes the chill off as I type in my little room. I like being able to write and publish my thoughts to the world. Ahh. So many nice things in life. …