Thresholds and River Crossings

Sometimes, When walking through an ancient rainforest Along the north west Pacific Coast, Deep in the belly of the Olympic Peninsula You suddenly awaken from your well-worn path; You know, that you’ve been walking a long time. A shaft of golden light passes through the trees In just the right way, Anointing the feet of […]

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Do Not Search

“Belonging is not thing limited to place, or name, or identify or relationship with another or the story you have about yourself. To give it such importance limits the very essence of the belonging that the wilderness offers up to you. Do not search for the meaning of life, grasp ahold of the experience of

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Remembering and Living Your Gift

Practical Steps Beliefs: Your beliefs inform your reality. Examine any limiting beliefs you have about yourself as a valuable and necessary part of your family and community. Focus: Write down these limiting beliefs. Then, rewrite a belief that is more affirmative. Remember, your brain will not process negatives. If you only focus on what you don’t

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“A Day Will Come”

A day will come when you only have seven years left to live And you do not know if that day has already come. Who do you chose to be and how do you choose to live in these next seven years? Take a moment and see that now.   A day will come when

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When the land and the creatures around you  become a place of belonging, You will finally have arrived home.   Oak, raven and hummingbird will know your name. The smell of lilac beside the garden fence  invites you to remember long still summers.   To truly experience belonging  is not a matter of how deeply

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“Desert Sands At Council Wash”

Old man Juniper Green crusted roots among rock and shale; surrounded with white desert sands offers presence and council.   Old women Ponderosa Pine weathered and blackened by the fires of living. Sweet smelling resin arising between the old story lines  etched into her skin and memory.   Come and sit awhile. they say We will

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