Keeping your mind inside your own heart. Rest in being.

love, if it finds you worthy…

people waiting, waiting for the world to begin

Commonly reckoned to be at odds with one another, conventional over-reductive science and most new-age spiritualities actually fortify one another in their detachment from the earth, one of them reducing sensible nature to an object with scant room for sentience and creativity, the other projecting all creativity into a supernatural dimension beyond all bodily ken.

The deterioration of culture is a felt and bodied experience. Culture lives in us as well as us in it.

They can be like a sun, words.

They do for the heart

what light can

for a field.

Just as a bear must turn over stumps searching for beetles, real humans can only live life spiritually. Birth itself was a ritual: there was not a ritual for birth, or a ritual for death, or a ritual for marriage, for death was a ritual, life a ritual, cooking a ritual, and eating were all rituals with ceremonial guidelines, all of which fed life.

How can we stop distrusting the moment

and selling ourselves short

by controlling life to make things different,

under the guise of “better.”

The more beautiful world my heart knows is possible is a world with a lot more pleasure.

We cannot afford refuge; we must make sanctuary.

The most powerful hallucinogenic drug around - DMT - affectionately referred to as “the spirit molecule,” occurs naturally in the human body at death.

Dangling in brittle fallen trees like garlands, ivy, green and bright, wound it’s way amongst the branches. Like the left-behind holding the lifeless hand of the deceased. Life entwined with death like fingers.

While persons brought up within literate culture often speak -about- the natural world, indigenous, oral peoples sometimes speak directly -to- that world, acknowledging certain animals, plants, and even landforms as expressive subjects with whom they might find themselves in conversation.

we are each other and we are the world.

Gather the strength of your lineage. Dream into your history. Our history. Dare to look at what you may fear to know, fortify yourself in understanding. In compassion, gratitude, and respect. Carve time to dive into your DNA, remember where you came from. Gather courage and soak in the deep responsibility of knowing that their time has past — your time is now.

is not the merging of true understanding across once separable domains of the most cohesive and beautiful experiences of wonder there is?

When God said, ‘My hands are yours,’ I saw that I could heal any creature in this world; I saw that the divine beauty in each heart is the root of all time and space.

Fun fact: YOU share genes with ALL living organisms, and all but .01% amongst your fellow humans. Yes, amongst ourselves, we, human-beings are radically genetically identical.

In desacralizing the world, the post/modern centralizes mankind. This anthropocentricity has material consequences. In seeing ourselves as independent, essential, whole, removed, distant, complete, sovereign and in control, we neglect the world that grants us our bodies.

Caress the warm glow of the burning sun within you. Gaze into the mystic black sky of your innermost being.