Monthly Blog Series 2025
I really do not know. But it feels like good advice to lead with your heart. You can also lead with your feet and hands and trust they will lead you where your heart wants to go. The Sufi poet Rumi wrote, ”between heart and heart, there is a window.” That's the heart space where we can see each other and hear each other without armour and without weapons. And there is always something to be grateful for. Always. I learn that lesson more fully each time I meet another one of life’s curves like a whirling dervish.
Sacred Elements
Tall skinny pine tree-tops stood in silhouette against the illuminated thin clouds — like minute hands pointing to noon on a clock. I was moving slowly. So slowly that each time I rounded the dagoba, the sun was in a new position relative to the tree tops. Which really meant that the earth was rotating relative to the sun and it felt oddly linked to my walking. Both grand and minuscule motions were rotating in harmony as I walked and each time I came around to find the earth had moved a little further. I felt light and grounded and part of the whole clockwork of the universe.