A path we know by heart

It has been five years. Just now, a bluebird alighted on the topmost branch of the tree in front of my window. I am brought back to the tree outside my bedroom window in my old apartment in Jersey City. It is January and almost dawn. We’ve been up all night, my last hurrah before…

The parts of you that never left

Put it all down. That which you’ve been clutching like a last dying breath, let it slip through your fingers. Open your palms in reverence, in prostration to the unknown. Put it all down, let it fall where it may, and leave. Don’t look down, don’t look back. That which is meant to, will follow…

Clean Slate and Leaps of Faith: 2013 in Review

I spend a lot of time looking forward, looking at what I still need, what I’m lacking, what’s missing, so that I know what to strive for. It doesn’t leave a lot of room for gratitude. So, today I’m looking back at what I’ve accomplished in 2013, in gratitude and awe. Basically, I’m just trying…

The fullness of longing

There is something about October. About the light that turns extra golden in the late afternoon. Something about the warmth of the sun and the cool of the air that lures smells of home-cooking, warmth, and habitation out from cracked windows and doors, yawning open for the last few lazy times before cold and hibernation…

the city of never enough

The first part of her to feel home was her feet – her soles recognized the familiar way the wood felt both cool and warm, sticky and smooth. As she put her feet to the floor in the morning, from the bed, from the room she used to own, she felt what it feels to…

In dreams we are renewed

Waiting to board, she looked up through the airport windows. Her eyes met the fog, now an old familiar, but no less unique or magic. She rested on its wisps and mystery, let the beauty seep from the folds of mountains, through her pupils and through her skin, to wrap her heart in its embrace….

A River Unfamiliar

Every morning the sky is grey. She wakes up with faith languishing, muddled by the flickering images of escaping dreams. Breath brings her above water, to bob along in the stream she dove into a ways up. There is no turning around, no looking back: the night has erased all traces of the path behind…

Co-piloting with the Universe

Step 1: Name your dreams. Not your half dreams, not the dreams you think are within your reach, or the dreams you think you are worthy of. Dream with your heart. Dream as big as you love. Step 2: Thank the universe. Thank her for providing all that you need to fulfill these dreams. Thank…

ThetaHealing at the Airport

Traveling has to be hard. That was the thought that had been circling my head all morning, with the faint buzz of a fly that goes unnoticed at first. Now I’m standing in the Qantas check-in line, which hasn’t moved much in the last hour. With every minute that passes, the tension mounts, as air-bus…

The beautiful movement of life and living

El Mundo Malo and El Mundo Bueno live right on top of each other. Their edges bleed together; the film between these two worlds a thin sheath. So without much effort you can slip from one to the other. El Mundo Malo is walking through quicksand, so once you slip through, cunning, faith, hope, and…

Earth tipping towards Sun

On a cliff overlooking the Pacific, on the northern-most tip of San Francisco, she finally arrived. She breathed deep because she didn’t need to hide from the air anymore. She felt the earth writhe up to greet her in the excitement of this moment, in a most profound “yes.” Every cell and every nickel of…