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Do you remember the first time you saw a picture of a unicorn?
Maybe it was one of those pre-Raphaelite remakes with a lovely woman cradling a unicorn’s head in her lap (no layered symbolism there!) or a cartoon in which the unicorn shoots rainbow hearts out of it’s horn. While part of you said “not real,” another part of you said, “hmmmm… wonder if they eat apples?”
There are many kinds of belief. There’s the belief of your mind, a form of believing which wants to be rational and absolute (the brain refuses to remember that it can be faulty or manipulated). The mind wants it’s truths clear, precise, known.
Then there are the beliefs of the heart, soul, or body, none of which are tied to the mind’s rationality. Dreams, shamanic journeys, intuitions, and our spiritual beliefs fall into this second category.
This dichotomy is the difference between what I think of as your daylight mind, which logically navigates the complexities of the modern world, and your nighttime self, which knows life is softer and that shadows are multi-layered. Neither form of belief is “right” and both are valid.To live wholly we must find balance between the two in the same way we balance light and dark, inhale and exhale. read more…
Australia is burning, Puerto Rico is quaking, the polar icecaps are melting, and koala bears are reportedly headed toward extinction. What can we do when the madness of the modern world overwhelms its magic? We can seek kinship. Rewind to a cafe in Ireland. There’s a...read more
"Rule number one: Don’t be an asshole," I announced. Two hundred people tittered and my teaching assistant hopped up to write Don’t Be An Asshole in big letters on the white board. In the past few years, the conference I taught at had become a force for social justice...read more
It’s the time of letting go, the season of releasing. No longer held tight to branches, leaves swirl and twist with new found freedom. At night, the owls whisper of winter; the earth sighs and exhales after a season of productivity... As the year winds down, we face...read more
I’ve been thinking about hope... and believe it or not, plastic straws! "Optimism is a strategy for making a better future. Because unless you believe that the future can be better, you are unlikely to step up and take responsibility for making it so. If you assume...read more
It’s all about to change. The crows are congregating in the side-yard spruce, screeching and cawing after a summer of stillness. The echinacea is drooping in the front garden, vibrant pink petals tatty and tired. Early autumn is a time in-between: the days are still...read more
Before there were plants, there were animals. Okay, that statement is totally false in the cosmic sense, but ridiculously true in my personal experience. Family myth has it that the first word out of my mouth was “horsey.” For years I thought my love of horses was a...read more