The Outer Courtyard of the Spiritual Heart

It’s where you find self-acceptance. From time to time I become aware that I am in an unloving place within myself. This shows up as judgment of others, usually of what they do or do not do. Sometimes it is about their appearance. I’m not proud of that. I don’t like to admit it. And I have learned to face … Read More

Grief as a Falling Tree

Have you been in a quiet forest when a dead tree falls? It does indeed make a sound. If you’re nearby, that sound can be quite impressive. It starts with a couple of loud cracks a few moments apart, then builds with more and faster loud bangs, the snaps of breaking branches, the crashing noises of branches and leaves against … Read More

Tending the garden of your self

Imagine that you are a garden, being tended by yourself. What kinds of soil preparation do you need to do? Is there a need for you to turn over some new soil through new experience, to dig and soften the soil of yourself with rest and nutrition, or to prepare yourself through being physically fit for growing good things within … Read More

Square House Blues

I wrote this a number of years ago, expressing a yearning I’d felt for a long time. Twice since then I’ve lived this life for a time, except that I’ve never neighboured anyone who kept bees. I did that myself. I’ve shown the chording I used, as a novice guitar player; feel free to use your own. Square House Blues – … Read More

Two small poems

Your Eyes, 1 If I don’t hold your gaze, perhaps it is because you are so beautiful that I would weep for joy just to look into your eyes. That can make small talk awkward. Your Eyes, 2 If I hold your gaze perhaps it is because I want you to see your beauty reflected in my eyes And know … Read More

If he can do that…

A few years ago I saw a video of a man who lived by himself on a lake in Alaska, in a cabin he had built from the trees he found there. It was small, with basic furnishings he had made and a well-designed kitchen. He had two dogs and a small herd of goats. In the opening scene he … Read More

I have slipped the surly bonds of earth

I have always loved this poem. It was composed by John Magee, a Spitfire pilot serving with the Royal Canadian Air Force, at the beginning of the Second World War. He was 19 years old when he wrote these words, and still 19 when he died. Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth, and danced the skies on … Read More

Born Whole post #18 – How you can work with me

Healing work: EFT and energetic/shamanic work for pre-birth or other life issues – A private session in person, on the phone, or online to heal your own pre-birth (or past life, or current life)  traumas and issues one on one, in privacy and full confidentiality. Training in Spiritual and Shamanic awareness, expansion, and power –  Two introductory online workshops where … Read More

Circle in the sand

It’s early morning. In the beach sand by the ocean I draw a circle, as perfect as I can make it. This sand already holds the tracks of water, deer, crow, gull, otter, rabbit, and now this two-legged one. I mark the directions, the cardinal points of east, south, west, and north. In my mind and heart I also mark … Read More

A poem about healing

This poem took sixty-five years to ripen and about an hour to put on paper. The healing of my prenatal traumas and environment were an essential part of that lifelong process. FORGIVEN Would now that I could take in mine the hands that left their marks on me or, quiet, hear anew the words that cut my heart and left … Read More