Finding my Rhythm

an opening

an opening

I made the decision this week to extend the internship that I am in at the CG Jung institute for another year. It was a difficult decision. . . . → Read More: Finding my Rhythm

Ripples on the Pond

reaching out

For two weeks I have been leafing through journals and paintings from my past. It was not something that I planed to do. I woke up one morning with an impulse . . . → Read More: Ripples on the Pond

Bend in the Road

moon over the grand canyon

As the New Year began, I found myself reflecting on this project and taking stock of this journey. I have been asking . . . → Read More: Bend in the Road

Reflection

I was married when I was 23. It did not seem so young at the time. I had finished college and was working towards a PhD in The History of Religion. I . . . → Read More: Reflection

Wisdom and Folly

the savanna

The morning after I wrote about Coyote I found what was left of one of my clogs. It was half buried in leaves in the oak grove, discarded like an old dog bone. . . . → Read More: Wisdom and Folly

Letting Go

On New Year’s Eve I took a hike at sunset to say goodbye to the old year. At first I said, ” good riddance” as I said farewell. It has been a . . . → Read More: Letting Go

Solid ground

i have something on my mind

i have something on my mind

Recently, I watched the movie Nine. In it a man in his 50’s struggles to find creative inspiration . . . → Read More: Solid ground

Thanksgiving

thanksgiving - sonoma - 2008

thanksgiving – sonoma – 2008

Like everything else in my life this year, I have to approach Thanksgiving in a new way. My . . . → Read More: Thanksgiving

Solace and Solitude

where the sand meets the sea

where the sand meets the sea

There is only one way and that is your way; there is only one salvation and that is your salvation. Why are you looking around for . . . → Read More: Solace and Solitude

My Heart

heartache

There is a history of heart disease on both sides of my family and for most of my adult life I have seen a cardiologist once a year. The other day I drove . . . → Read More: My Heart