Category: Retreats

How we _really_ honor those we’ve lost

With our lives. Aimlessness and loss compound each other. Perhaps you're lying in bed at night worrying about tomorrow or next week, wishing you could sleep instead of worry. Or you wonder when you stopped loving exactly who you are - lit up by your dreams and desires for your life and the world - and you want to find YOU again (and you don't know how to get there from here.)   Or maybe there's a longing to be inspired in your career and you can't see what there is to be done.  Your life is feeling more bound by the impossible than the possible.  Your life isn't serving

On receiving salt and light…

A pirate friend of mine recently sent me a note: "If a dove release symbolizes letting something go . . . then what would you do to symbolize receiving? I know I need to work on that. I have a hard time getting around to sending out invoices for my work. What's beautiful in your world today?" Every morning, take bread and put on it a little butter and a little salt. Take it and your drinking bowl, peeling off steam, out to the edge of your space - a balcony, the edge of the lawn in the snow -- somewhere with

Pigeon pose…

Making magic again! Gorgeous photo shoot day down at the tipi in the aspen grove on the last day of fall, the very day before the snows swooped into Montana from Japan. The aspen colony came sweetly into its sea change of fall color for this shoot, scheduled weeks before. Beautiful women Brenda Robidou of Inspire Photography, Laura Kronske of Montana Kids Yoga, Cindy Shearer and Kelsie Frederickson and I played with leaves, lilies, silk cushions, green tea, cobalt vases, Italian plums, embroidered linens, a golden bed made with aspen trunks, and forty white doves. It

On workbaskets…

Tools are made and born are hands.Rilke These are freedom of creativity, neatness, thriftiness, duty, cleverness, portability, fullness and satisfaction, orderliness, accomplishment, and time. Each is complete unto itself, so there are scissors in each basket that needs them, for example. A basket can be put up and away, taken into a field, closed against curious little fingers and taken to bed or into a car. They are harmonious with the room, visually neatening it, confining a vast multitude of objects into a few pleasing shapes. They are maneuverable, none too heavy to be lifted easily

This I believe.

We are all together on this ship and some of us will die sooner. Some young. I will grieve again, and comfort. It may be me. Those of us who are lucky will know ahead of time and not be incapacitated by pain and exhaustion and messes we have not cleaned up. If we are luckier this heightened awareness that is the gift of death may be seized by us periodically and good and great things and moments will be brought into the world as a result. What do I want to have been in my life with my mothers?