Gentle breezes and a light rain, I slept last night with windows wide open! As I drifted to sleep I was reminded me of a poem by the mystic Rumi: Some Kiss We Want There is some kiss we want with our whole lives, The touch of spirit on the body, Seawater begs the pearl to break its shell. And the lily, how passionately it needs some wild darling! At night I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine Breath into me. Close the language-door and open the love-window. The moon won't...
I began this year with some mighty bold goals. The kind of goals that when you set them and begin to move toward them, they change and challenge and grow you. Oh yeah. I also made commitments to myself and loved ones, not goals really, more choices. Choices to get the help I need with things I don't know how to do, or can't do on my own. Choices to plan time with friends - real time, not just quick chats on the phone while driving. I also made decisions about investing in myself - in my overall well-being. Sure,...
5. Explore the subtle nuances. The "energy of a space" is mostly experienced through subtlty. If you've heard much about Feng Shui, you know that there are significant differences in the ways we experience colors, placement, shapes, flow. Subtle nuances create big impact. I began a new yoga practice the day before our garden adventure. Maybe that's why I noticed the nuances of how I was moving. Where my strength was coming from. Why I had discomfort when I moved a certain way. It's much the same approach I take when creating soulful designs. Questions about the subtle, often missed,...
Pulling weeds may not seem like an enjoyable Saturday morning activity. I put it off for a while. Sitting here at my desk, I look into the back yard, and beyond at the hills across the Carquinez Strait. I could see the weeds growing. They seemed to love the intermittent rains and sunny days. It was becoming difficult to appreciate my view, as the weeds began to capture my attention, distracting me. Then Saturday morning, after yoga and a light breakfast, I joined Michael in the yard, determined to reclaim my peace of mind, and get those weeds out of...
It's mid-winter now. I miss the bounty of fresh produce from the other seasons, especially when I visit a local farmers' market. The choices are different this time of year, not as sweet as spring blossoms nor as showy as late summer harvests. I started wondering what would even tempt me to an outdoor market this time of year. Ah, but then I read some recipes from Chef Dan Leff. He frequents the local markets, preparing for clients and their parties. Last week he shared a few tips for preparing fresh greens. They're more flavorful and bitter than you might...
December is upon us. Which means many things to me: 2008 is nearly over - and quite a year it's been! Holiday events and winter decor are nudging their way in to my schedule The last-ever SoulTime, the classes I began five years ago in December I'm already hearing anxiety and fatigue in the voices of so many people. I believe it's a habit to feel and act pressed for time, and with the end of the year approaching, somehow it seems we're more inclined to press...press...press. Yet, if we can take a hint from nature, we might find some...
Walking through one of his gardens with Porter Poirier, I sense how much passion and comfort he has with the natural surroundings. He bends down to pick up a handful of soil, rubbing it into his palm. He seems at home among the plants, birds, air and dirt. As a landscape designer, Porter has a philosophy of creating outdoor living spaces for his clients. Areas that flow and inspire, and fit the lifestyle of the people who call the plot of land home. He's equally interested in assuring his designs take nature into account. He recommends selecting plants and scapes...
Trees a-flower, blossoms abound Until the rain or next cool breeze Casts petals to the ground. Tiny seeds in fresh turned dirt. Moisten. Hope just enough sun Allows the miracle of new plants. In just 5-30 days seedlings pushing up. Emerging. Promise of what will one day be A sweet pea vine, lettuce, basil Or columbine, Spring. Rain. Sun. Hope. Emergent. How I sense the tender, hardy, yearning self, emerging. A suggested practice: The Language of Soul, speaks to us in unusual ways. Non-linear, without goal or ego. I invite you to explore your experience of Spring, looking through the...
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