…seek instead what they sought — One of my great joys on the spiritual path has been recognizing that all paths eventually converge at the top of the mountain of seeking. Even in the amazing diversity of expressions, spiritual travellers and seekers have much in common . First is the belief — the knowing — that…

The ancient art of fire by friction is alive — Loved by the sun, a tree receives warm summer light, makes wood: sun’s heat held year by counted year within its rings. In your calloused grasp you take the unformed fragrant wood an edge of sharpened metal in your hand you offer ancient gratitude to those who kept and taught these…

A beautiful encounter with a wild one — The road curved around the bases of the hills, snuggling into the ravines and bending back towards Nicola Lake as it passed around the ridges. Down the slope, between me and the open water was a swamp, a welcome home to muskrats and mink. As I came around the foot…

The First Big Event: Your Own Conception Conception, gestation, and birth; you’ve been there, or you wouldn’t be reading this. You wouldn’t exist. Every human goes through them, but how we experience them is uniquely our own. This series of articles is about my experience. If you read it and resonate with it, or if you find…

Be curious, not fearful — We are all loved, small as we are. That love comes unconditionally and generously from Source, God, the Mystery, the Creator, Universe, Guides, or whatever other word you have for that power that is all around you but out of sight of your eyes. One time I was speaking with…

My years are not marked by seasons’ graceful turn from white to green and white again, nor is my month reckoned by the changing moon, she who makes the tides. I do not measure days as light to dark to light, sun’s faithfulness across the depth of sky; and least of all, the minutes and the hours: they do not move by circled sweep of hands or shadow’s crawl across a brassy disk. My time, my days my hours stretch, and count not up but down when I am not with you

Your journey in this “ever-moving present moment” is like floating down a river. The river is your consciousness. Look at the surface of the river in this present moment. You perceive what the senses bring. You feel the breeze on your skin, see the beauty of a flower or cloud…

Part 1: Guinea Pig Number Two All of us experience distress before we are even born. The events of conception, gestation, and delivery, and our emotional and physical experiences in our mother’s womb, are all absolutely necessary preparation for life after birth; yet if their effects are strong enough they can be traumatizing, holding us back…

The continuing work of manifesting love when fear resists. — When I move from here — “here” may be a teaching situation, a conversation with a neighbour, preparing a meal, or writing this piece — I can go to either of two states of being. Between them is a razor. On one side of the razor — the side of…