Photo by Rob Wicks “This focus of ‘inward path’ and ‘outward path’ is as limiting a belief as any. As if one is more ‘righteous’ or ‘right’ than the other. A judgment of outward as materialistic and inward as ‘spiritual’ when they’re both the same. That ‘inward path’ is just another way of fulfilling something ‘missing’ or ‘necessary’. Don’t get caught confusing one as better or more worthy than the other.” I wrote this in 2015 after back-to-back experiences with people who w
A week ago today, I became homeless for the second time. The first time, I did it on purpose and had never imagined that I’d do something like that. Now I’m in the same position without any of the control or guidance like I did back then. In October 2013, I decided to make myself homeless, walking away from a 200 square-foot cottage cocoon in Rappahannock County,Virginia. The decision was made, in part, because I had felt that cocoon pushing me out in the same manner it had w
I used to practice with Peter Elbow calls methodological believing. For those of you who don’t know his work, methodological believing is “the equally systematic, disciplined, and conscious attempt to believe everything no matter how unlikely or repellent it might seem – to find virtues are strengths we might otherwise miss.” In some ‘spiritual’ circles, Anti-Black, Anti-Semitic, Anti-Catholic–pick a label–has morphed into a more vocal Othering and exclusionary exceptionalism
Like the other gift that keeps on giving, it can cause great unseen harm and reinforces fears and trauma response. It is this: “you are feeling things like other people’s emotions to teach you empathy.” I listened to a celebrity spiritual-type say that a couple of weeks ago, out loud. It is absolutely not true. You are feeling the emotions of others because, quite simply, you can feel the emotions of others. Period, it has nothing to do with you not being an empathetic-enough
There is a line in Susan Kidd’s “The Invention of Wings”: How does one know the voice is God’s? Perhaps it was my own voice? Does it matter? As I read this book and the journey of a burgeoning female abolitionist in it, I think about the parallels between the character, Sarah, and I. How the moments of courage and not-courage move between the words that get stuck in the throat and those that knock around the heart and head. Within the stillness, I felt old, irrepressible ache
Have you ever felt a piece of knowledge slide across your skin? Slippery, like that little something or other that won’t come off the tip of your tongue? You know it’s there but you can’t quite touch it? Then, have you noticed the moments when it suddenly comes forth? As if it’s long been settled in the depths of your being, waiting for you to find it? Try it. Then say ‘thank you’ for what has been entrusted to you, now trusts you to reveal itself. There is a learning that ke
To hear the prayer of one is to hear the prayer of all. To heed the prayer for one is to answer the call for all. Everyone has walked through the doors of Grace and is enveloped, in love. Everyone. #One #spiritual #love #Grace #Divine #inspiration #soulfulpoetry
A recent exchange on Facebook began with something like this: “Are racists and xenophobes mentally ill? No, they are ‘sick people’ who are spiritually ill. They have lost their connection to the community, to hope and to love.” That’s not an exact quote but it gets to the gist. When I asked how ‘spiritually ill’ was defined, there wasn’t a definition but I was asked to contribute to that and how keep each other ‘spiritually well’ and how do we deal with people who are spirit
Until it’s not More on Empath myth busting Always we want to learn from outside,
from absorbing other people’s knowledge.
It’s safer that way.
The trouble is that it’s always other people’s knowledge.
We already have everything we need to know,
in the darkness inside ourselves.
The longing is what turns us inside out until
we find the sun and the moon and stars inside~
—Peter Kingsley from his book The Dark Places of Wisdom It’s much the same way with learning how to
Legions live within the boundaries of her skin. Joined not at the hip but breath in breath they are, they walk, they weave. The Old Ones occupy her heart in one blood the echo chamber of Ancients. Spiders occupy her hair, their lighted threads weaving to and fro, stars to sons. Light occupies her eyes, Fire is the kindling of her soul, Roots run through veins Drumming the lungs of others. Of hoofed feet, winged arms poured magic from pawed hands and horned tendrils of silk. T
An activator for many things, perhaps. But, never in my mind or heart have I identified as an activist even while creating change in systems unaccustomed to the same. However, there appear to be others–many of them– who feel differently and have paved the way for me to join the #noDAPL protest in Cannonball, North Dakota. I’m not sure even they, though, would use that term. When Nicholas Black Elk appeared in my world last summer, he made it clear to others that I knew someth
For eons, we have sliced, diced and otherwise organized ourselves and the world in attempts to understand the same. We’ve adopted parlance, accepted philosophies, and constructed ways to structure our individual nature, each other and the systems around us. Human, self, ego, soul. Super-human, super ego, over soul, higher or deeper self. Personality, intellect, intuition; weird, normal, spiritual or notso. Angel, evil; human and nature. Consciousness that separates that human
“Go now, and wander For the welfare of many, out of compassion For the world.” ~Gautama Buddha Sometimes I’m given street signs or maps during visions and know with precision where I’m going. Maybe not always how I’m going to get there, when, why or for whom but I know where. My first directional vision sent me to Connecticut in the autumn of 2013. I had the vision, read the sign, plugged into Google and found where I was going. When I got there, I discovered the who and why.
“When I run after what I think I want,
my days are a furnace of stress and anxiety;
if I sit in my own place of patience,
what I need flows to me, and without pain.
From this I understand that
what I want also wants me,
is looking for me and attracting me.
There is a great secret here
for anyone who can grasp it… Rumi Oh, my love, how you’ve spiritualed; sought out, pleaded for, meditated on that direct, unmediated, experience of spirit, the invisible divine and holy B
“From ancient times down to the present, there is found among various peoples a certain perception of that hidden power which hovers over the course of things and over the events of human history.” —Nostra Aetate, Second Vatican Council “Truth is not a reward for good behaviour, nor a prize for passing some tests. It cannot be brought about. It is the primary, the unborn, the ancient source of all that is. You are eligible because you are. You need not merit truth. It is your
Passages of thistle and thyme lead us to where time or we forgot. In the breadth of a scent, a moment of breath. To remember, to be breathed through into the Presence here now. #Grace #Rumi #soulfulpoetry #spiritual
The Transference of the Holy Spirit or Horse Shit Last week a friend shared this video on her Facebook page. I’m not sure the original source. After clicking through to trace it, I ended up giving up. Whoever you are, thank you for the thought fodder (or folly). As best I can offer in words, this video depicts a minister or healer ‘throwing energy’ and exclaiming the power of Jesus Christ. We see things like this all of the time. One FB responder reminded us to think of Pe
Perfection of appearance, perhaps? “Why don’t you share your spiritual practice with us?” “I don’t have a spiritual practice.” “What do you mean?” “Just that.” “That’s confusing. Why not?” “Why do you practice? Is it like learning the piano? What are you trying to perfect?” “Well, connection with God and the universe and ….” (it went on for a bit). “I don’t have a ‘practice’ because I don’t need to perfect my connection to anything. How I experience the world is always in tha
The familiar life horizon has been outgrown; the concepts, ideals, and emotional patterns no longer fit; the time for the passing of a threshold is at hand. – Joseph Campbell A personal experience connected to the universal one of desire for community, the dangers of secrets, and bridging the past and present with something resembling grace. #community #spiritual #Grace #connection #healing
Some things can’t be denied. Won’t be for long. They have the capacity to wait for us to arrive to the space where they’ve been all along. When still water rises to meet me And the sun lays its hands on my back, It’s easy to dismiss the gentle sounds of homecoming. But when rising sap reaches out to gently touch my face, While the ground hums a welcoming sigh underneath my feet, And the clay of a place begins to gently rebind me to the original heart, It’s hard to deny how an