My father recognized mind-body-spirit as one word. ~Lucy Rockefeller Waletzky Each of us is a Holy Trinity, three integrated components. Three symbiotic elements, a combination of physical and nonphysical space rendered into indivisible existence. We are a tripod of equally important legs. A mind leg. A body leg. A spirit leg. Stability requires each have […]
I was planting a prayer, over there by the corner butte. I was hoping Coyote Above would find in the next time he trots by. ~Kathleen O’Neal Gear I planted a smokey prayer stick this morning at one of the black, metal tables where I engage in my daily meditation. I had to find a […]
The soul is the weariest part of the body. ~Paul Bowles The soul may be the weariest part of the body because we don’t exercise it the way we do our physical bodies, even less than our intellectual muscles. Or because we distort it to conform to another’s view. Why the neglect?
I believe the universe is one being, all its parts are different expressions of the same energy, and they are all in communication with each other, influencing each other, therefore parts of one organic whole. ~Robinson Jeffers It should come as no surprise that I spend an inordinate amount of time trying to sift daily […]
Ravens are the largest of the Corvids, a group of birds whose behavior tops the Avian IQ test. ~Craig Childs At what point does everyday language elevate to prayer? For humans, there is a distinct difference, mainly in attitude held during the petition, between language and prayer. Although, prayer is increasingly frequently an act to […]
There is a loneliness about a coyote not answered. ~Craig Childs The long-drawn yodel of a solitary Coyote circling the fullest moon veels ore an evocation of love than an expression of loneliness. A celebration not defeat. I’ve only chanced to hear Coyote sing a scant few times still the vocalization defines my sanctified view […]
No one gets out of her alive. ~Jim Morrison I butterfly flutter between consciousness and unconsciousness until I am unable to discern reality from fantasy, trapped in an endless cycle of flickering images I navigate with the unsteady gait of a gangly giraffe just dropped from the womb, still covered in amniotic fluid, onto a […]