A cup of coffee or a single walk can change our life forever. One glance from a brother or sister who sees us without any projection of guilt, theirs or ours, is perfect healing. Only after it is given to us can we offer it to others. One way to understand our role as studentsContinue reading “Notes at Summer’s End”
Category Archives: Coherence
Between Attention and Love, This Love
In a newsletter today I wrote about the relationship between attention and Love. You can sign up here if you like. I want to think out loud here a bit more about this. Healing and awakening are both implicated in it. In his notebooks, Paul Brunton said that misunderstandings about our identity – i.e., ourContinue reading “Between Attention and Love, This Love”
Mid-Summer Notes on Love
I wrote a newsletter today – first in months – about how projection is a denial of the fact that we are creations of God, who is Love, and Who is not mocked. The clarity of this is blinding, and we tend to look away. You can sign up here, if you are interested. AContinue reading “Mid-Summer Notes on Love”
Neither Easter nor not Easter
I wrote about defensiveness and its proximity to projection in my newsletter this morning; please feel free to sign up. When I become responsible for defensiveness, I project less, and the less I project, the more love and peace become the salient qualities of our shared living. And, at some point in the happiness thatContinue reading “Neither Easter nor not Easter”
Notes in the Middle of March
I have been thinking lately about my insistence that love assume a certain form in order to actually be love. Jack, my daughter’s blind horse, who I visit each morning with a flake of hay, is teaching me that this is insane. He reminds me that service is the way to end projection, and thusContinue reading “Notes in the Middle of March”
Twisting by the Pool
Spring is coming. The chickadees are more voluble; crows linger longer on the thawing compost. The horses call for their morning flakes of hay earlier and earlier, sunlight cresting eastern hills where the river turns. I am sufficiently embodied to be deeply happy about this. And sufficiently right-minded to know it’s okay to say thatContinue reading “Twisting by the Pool”