Primordial Sound Meditation: Antidote for Pandemic What do we do when our world has spun out of control? When it seems that all traces of personal power are shredded? How do we manage and even spread joy to those around …
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When the student is ready, the teacher appears. The Bruce Trail has become my teacher for the times we’re living! I spot the sign with white blazes marking an access point where I’ll continue my Bruce Trail trek. Peace envelopes …
Off on a Witch Hunt Last weekend, a hike dubbed the Cave Springs Witch Hunt along a section of the Bruce Trail piqued my interest. I was curious about the witch, but more than that, the two-hour hike through the …
A Library Burns An old African (attributed) proverb maintains that, “When an Elder dies, a library burns to the ground.” Books on shelves don’t tell stories. We have to open and read them. Usually, it’s not until we’re older that …
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On the eve of my 1977 wedding I backed out. At least I thought about it. We were at the church laboring through each step of the rehearsal. The wedding party had filed in front of the altar as we …
There’s so much to see, hear, and feel in the woods, it’s not surprising to find myself tripping over roots from time to time. Thankfully, I’ve never fallen on my face, merely stumbled before regaining my footing. I’d rather be …
Rather than mounting an armed resistance to pain, have you considered throwing out the welcome mat instead? Pain comes in many forms—physical, emotional, spiritual—an unwelcome and uninvited intruder. We use a variety of strategies to resist and fend it off. …
I learned to ride a motorcycle at age sixteen, when you’re invincible. What could go wrong? It’s easy to learn a new skill. No one told me I could or couldn’t do it or what might happen. It started out …
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Dad was well into his eighties when I stopped at the farm for an overnight visit on my way to spend American Thanksgiving with friends in Georgia. Having ridden two hours, I could make it down in two days, an …
It’s hard to imagine a realm when everything changes. Each year, my heart soars higher when I ride my motorcycle. It takes flight as soon as I turn the key in the ignition and ascends as I pull out of …