I feel so powerless and yet the most powerful tool I have to cooperate with you is my desire, my deep desire, which originates in you.
nature
November 12
Lost in the woods, my soul, ambivalent and ungrounded, dis-connected. Thinking about praying, but not. Longing to have the desire to pray.
November 11
I long to be like a starling, one of the many/in harmony with the will and energy that is life itself.
November 9
The best part of walking in the woods is being there.
November 1
Cottonwood leaves are waving…all is well – do you see us? – do you notice us? – can you hear us? – you are always welcome here.