Sacred Places in Nature

“…landscapes of the holy (are) centers of inspiration where human consciousness is temporarily set free.  The experience of a sacred place and thus sacredness itself is re-entry into a state of wholeness – an introduction to your true origins.” –T.C. McLuhan “Sacred place…is a construction of the imagination that affirms the independence of the holy.”…

Irritating Why Questions

So much of our focus is on what we are being told and how much and trying to screen it out and get to the things we want to talk about or have anything to do with at all.  It becomes the two-sided coin information onslaught/embarrassment of information riches  that we have to struggle with…

Fear of Happiness

“I’m not so afraid of losing something that I won’t try havin’ it” — Zoe Washburn Firefly I love that quote and it resounds with me.  In a lesser form its the answer I give when people ask me how I can possibly go to events, concerts, plays, or even dinner by myself.  If I…

You can’t stop change

Recently I’ve heard a lot about the different ways that people deal with emotional situations and the truth and change.  It seems that, while change is inevitable and healthy, people are afraid of it and want to avoid it, postpone it, or ignore it, sometimes at all costs.  And this interferes with the truth and…

Why do we fear emotions?

Strong emotions cause strong reactions.  And for some reason, we seem to think that they are similar to diseases or illness and that we should do something to remedy them whether they are happening to us or to someone around us.  The urge to help, to console or to remediate things is natural and many…

Healing is relational

Very few people manage to be islands of isolation.  It takes a great deal of personal effort, skill, and geography to pull that off.  Not just because you need to be able to live off the grid, live off the land, and be fully self-sufficient in everything you could possibly need, but because we are…

We are the stories we tell

I saw a tattoo today that was drawn to appear as if the skin were peeling away from a woman’s shoulder and underneath were written words.  And it really looked like her story was written under her skin.  We are the stories we tell ourselves, not just the stories we tell to each other.  We…