• grief for a broken world

    Clearing Ourselves when the Skies become too Cloudy

    Are you sensitive? Does the state of this world weigh you down sometimes? Are there days when you just can’t shake the sadness and despair? That happened to me this morning. I was worried about a dog I know who was not living in a good situation. This big beautiful sweet German shepherd each night was being forced to sleep in a cage that was too small. My thoughts then, of course, flew to all the children and teenagers and others who are also being forced to live in cages where they don’t have enough room to lie down. In addition, these refugees don’t have mattresses or blankets or sufficient…

  • grief for a broken world

    Surviving in an Ever-changing World

    Have you ever wondered… if civilization collapsed, if there were no more electricity or oil, would you be able to survive? If there were no more refrigerators, stoves, faucets with fresh water, or flush toilets, would you be able to cook? Bathe? Could you find potable water? Could you forage for food? Do you have the seeds and the know-how to grow your own food? If your car could no longer function (without gas or oil available), could you survive on your little plot of land? Could you get to somewhere with greater natural resources? Without electricity, the banking industry would collapse. Could you get by without money? Do you…

  • Soul Path and Life Lessons

    Turning Points

    Have you ever stopped to think about all the turning points in your life? What would your life have looked like, for instance, if you’d married x instead of y? What if you hadn’t gone to law school, as your parents wanted, but had instead become a musician? Or, what if you hadn’t started dating that one particular guy and gotten pregnant at the age of 18? How would your life have been different? A friend of mine recently applied for a job and was one of the final two candidates to be considered. I told her that I had a strong feeling that if she wanted the job, she…

  • Cry of the Soul

    The Message of Silent Tears

    I have been living in New Mexico and recently suffering the effects of an excess of juniper pollen. Either my eyes itch until I frantically rub them raw, or finally my over-the-counter meds kick in enough to tone down the itching to a dull ache. When this happens, instead of itching, often my eyes will just leak tears. I assume this is a good thing. My body is trying to rid itself of this alien invader, this totally natural substance that feels completely foreign to this eastern-born-and-bred woman. As I note these silent tears, I am reminded of other times when silent tears ran down my cheeks. The first instance…