ByMichelle Adam
“I lay out big like New Mexico tonight, the stars speckling the skies in every direction,” I wrote after relaxing outside my parents’ home under New Jersey skies. “It makes me aware of how amazing it is to be walking on this earth. What a gift it is to be inside this wonder—to know that every day…
ByMichelle Adam
I want to challenge you—yes, you, reader of this blog—to ask yourself: “What is my hunger?” Last week, I wrote about hunger, about my hunger of almost 20 years ago, and my current hunger. As I perused my journal last week, as I do every time I write this, I came across a piece of…
ByGuglielminotti Trivel
It is cold, windy, damp, freezing, snowy, muddy, humid, uncomfortable, challenging, solitary, disheartening, raw, harsh, tough, misty and … The list can go on and on … This is what I feel in winter and I wish I were an animal and could hibernate till spring, but I am a woman and can’t hibernate, strictly…
ByMichelle Adam
Imagine yourself stuck, with little capacity to move, with nowhere to go, nothing to accomplish. Just you. Alone. Would you be able to be still? Would you be still enough inside to feel your spiritual hunger? Almost twenty years ago, while living in my parents’ home in New Jersey, that was my story. But being…
ByGiora Carmi
The door swings open The man is trying to stand But it is all going to fall on him now Will something good happen in the end? He had built a structure And it is like a cartoon now The man is lying on his stomach The telescope collapses on him Many people collapse on…
ByJulia Chi
I woke at 6am as planned and crept out to a fresh summer morning, soft brown green hills rising around me… The sun was already warming the day, but with less intensity than later on; a few people were about – running, walking, sitting on the grass…. I had a seen a lake last night,…
ByMichelle Adam
Have you ever written a letter to your father, or someone, with no intention of sharing it? I did, many moons ago, on Father’s Day, as I lived in my parent’s house in New Jersey, healing from physical and emotional pain. “It’s strange celebrating Father’s Day with this silence between us,” I wrote. “Your silence, your temper,…
ByGiora Carmi
Creating Mountains and rivers and sky Means Daring to be me. I am nothing but a sage sitting And these days Here I am learning to take space with colors To draw lines and fill them up With tints of ancient roads Eternal Every day. Every little bit of self knowing leads to a…
ByCarrie Beleno
Pretend it’s your last day on Earth in life as we know it. Some of you will shout, “Thank God!” Some of you may cry… But here’s what I want you to do, right now. Make your mental list of what you would do. Pretend it really is your last day on Earth as we…
ByCatherine Green
On the 1st February we celebrated the pagan festival Imbolc. This marks the turn of the wheel, or the time of year when our short winter days begin to lengthen, and we might see the first stirrings of spring. My daughters and I have seen daffodils sprouting up in their usual places on our walk…
ByJulia Chi
I have just checked out on the map exactly where I am! Maricarmen asked me this question today in my Spanish lesson… ‘I’m not totally sure..’ I replied laughing… ‘In Turkey, Manavgat; beside a really long beach…’ I have now found out that we are on the South Coast and the beach goes on and…
ByMichelle Adam
“There are so many times you have been with me, and yet I have not seen you. I feel touched, moved, overwhelmed inside this little heart of mine by the guide you have been so long—an angel so present on this earth, so alive within me, so much a part of me,” I wrote from…