surface angst layered over deep contour

of longing.


longing bubbling up from the core

of being.


being flowing back to the source.







the winter name of God

Ô White

Ô Cold

Ô Darkest Night

Ô Sleep

Ô Dream

Ô Second Sight

Ô Tunnel into Frozen Earth

Ô Miracle – Ô Joy of Birth!



Tiny Treasures

The water-sucking, green carpet front lawn paradigm needs to be re-thought.

A neighbour’s enthusiasm for creating a more insect-friendly environment by letting our lawns grow inspired me to experiment. I’ve mowed the grass 3 times so far this summer, and on the highest setting (about 4 inches). Also, I’ve established a no-mow zone about 10 feet by 12 feet in an oval around some little birch trees. I keep an eye out for noxious-type weeds, but have been letting other little things fly in and take root.


Today I found ripe wild strawberries in a little patch. I ate the tiny tasty fruit, remembering foraging for these as a kid in a nearby field. Remembering the sweet sun-warmed tiny treasures – just there, free for the taking. After 50 years of remembering, I knelt down close to the earth and foraged again. Tasting the wild sweetness of summer…

And other discoveries too! Different wildflowers are flying in. My lawn mowing must look quite comical as I swerve around in crazy patterns so as not to disturb the beauty.

The intense unexpected beauty just waiting to take root in our lives.



glosa on Rumi excerpt

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.

out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing

beyond doing

we settle into being

knowing all will be well

there is a field. I’ll meet you there

where true meeting occurs

where existence

is connection

when the soul lies down in that grass

it sinks into green into cool

into refreshing

into hope

the world is too full to talk about

the silence is full

and, filled,

we settle, and are.