We’ve slipped into another world with unseen bonds.We feel them. Nothing seems separate.We stay silent. Words might break this spell.—from Unfolding. When women stand together, feet grounded around a central flame, something ancient awakens. The space between them begins to take shape. A mandala is formed not of paint or stone, but of […]
We are now in the midpoint between the winter solstice and the spring equinox, a time often called Imbolc. We stand in a season of quiet faith. Days are growing longer, yet winter still surrounds us. Much of what we long for remains unseen. This threshold invites trust in nature’s cycles. I Trust is written from
Today, I am thinking about what it means to be held. That phrase, to be held, passes from my lips with such ease. Hearing it, the cells of my body relax. I feel safe enough to allow my heart to be seen. Protection. Shelter. Nurture. These words string together like beads on a
In October, Don and I lost a dear friend, Roy Quiriconi. Sue, his wife, lost her soulmate of more than fifty years. If you saw our documentary Showing Up, you caught a glimpse of Roy and Sue. He was a man who explored life with passion and heart. Since his death, I have
Taos’ sun spills across the adobe walls of the Mabel Dodge Luhan House. Surrounding Sangre de Cristo Mountains glisten in the August sunlight. A top Mable’s is a solarium bedroom. A retreat participant sits there and writes a letter to her deceased father. A suggestion I gave her to do during our free time.
For twenty-four years, I have laid out this sacred cloth and placed a candle in the center of our circle. Next, I burn sage and sweetgrass. That clears the energy and invites Great Mysterious. The rattle, our talking stick, finds its spot in the south. This is the direction of trust on the medicine
Listen! Listen! Listen! Your life is about to change. These words play inside of me. Is this a prediction, a warning, or a promise? Nighttime Walking Meditation at Morton Arboretum is a time of reflection. An opportunity to be introspective. A dozen or so of us gather as our leader
This month I am taking a blog break. In place of a blog, I offer this poem: *Cosmos By Nancy J Hill: She looks back at me from her golden center. We sense our connection. Me the gardener. She the flower. That night as I brush my teeth, her image flashes before
When the world wobbles and uncertainty seems ever present, it is timeto listen for our soul’s voice. Checking in with it can bring a sense ofbalance and peace. In this noisy world, what is important can be difficultto hear. There is no place better to listen than in the heart of our childself. Our
Remember opening a new box of crayons. Vivid colors dance before your eyes. A waxy earthy scent fillsyour nose. Vibrant perfect points line up like a tiny rainbow. You choose your favorite color and slide it across a page. Smooth. Satisfying. Simple. Do you recall moments like these? Some of us
