Comfort oh comfort my people.
I have a love/hate relationship with being comfortable.
Comfort allows us to heal when we are broken or tired or worn out. But we can be too comfortable?
Growing up, I always found the solstices and the equinoxes to be especially exciting. I don’t really know what kind of nerd that makes me. I found it remarkable and intriguing that these were days, moments, that were specifically a time when the world stood on edge. Later, I learned…
Deep. Deep life, deep need, deep and open and deep and wide.
Yesterday, I was centering, in the midst of forty other people opening themselves up for the Spirit. A video session that went too long and intruded into the silence of the evening still managed to open a new…
Think. Think. Think. Think. Think.
It is as if Winnie the Pooh were in the room, thinking heavily for such a small bear. Thinking very hard indeed, trying to come up with the next solution to the ever present question: how to get more honey.