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Faces of Wisdom – God

May 30, 2010

“Had this cool dream about God. I was having a conversation with her, “her” was a pretty, Hindu like, twenty something, covered in those brown body paint tatoos, with corn row hair. I asked her if she ever made mistakes, she laughed “Me? No way!” Then the phone rang.”

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Impossibilities of the week

May 30, 2010

There is no such thing as “sacred”. There is simply an experience of our relationship to life, to death, to God, to trauma, to love, to ourselves. Where there is love there is no pain, suffering, heartbreak. Love does not bring pain, love heals it. We consider being who we are, expressing who we are, [...]

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Faces of Wisdom – Wonderland

May 25, 2010

To understand wonderland we first have to enter it. To understand who we are we first have to be who we are, to understand God we first have to experience God, to understand nature we first have to be nature. And when we fully are, fully experience, fully open, fully being – then the need [...]

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Impossible Ideas

May 25, 2010

My writing changes, I realized recently. How I express myself in writing changes. 70 days ago I begun to imagine impossible ideas every morning, and things shifted. Where before an idea would open and develop into a story, now a story seems to condense and distill into an idea. Where before I would write an [...]

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An impossible idea for a misty Monday morning

May 17, 2010

We are not alone in the universe. There are beings right here, on Earth, whose ways of relating, experiencing, is alien to us. Beings who are being in ways we can’t even conceive of. Those beings are our partners, our allies, ready to support us, willing to share their secrets. Those beings are what we [...]

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Growing Up

May 15, 2010

Once upon a time, when I was young, I used to wear big, heavy army boots. They kept my feet on the ground. Without them I might have floated away and become lost forever among the wooly, milky clouds. And then I grew up. Now I fly in the sky, in my little red slippers.

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