July 2010

  • The Silent Aunt who disappeared….

    “He couldn’t not know what he knew; he couldn’t not see once he saw.”   Patti Digh   It hit me today in yoga, that what I am witnessing in my great niece is Me.   Me as a newborn baby… Continue reading

  • She is watching you always!

    As I have been pondering, tossing and turning around in my head, how it is possible that the 4th generation is just beginning a relationship with the same pedophile, it occurred to me it was love and compassion that has… Continue reading

  • Head in the Sand.

    On our travels I seen a tree that was planted upside down, its root system was above ground and it grew leaves.    It did not grow upward, but rather like an umbrella, its branches/roots hanging downward.   These trees… Continue reading

  • An Accomplice to the Act.

    Would you know a pedophile, would you be able to spot one, can you tell his moves, when he is engaged in the dance?    It seems to me that we all as a world are expecting to see him… Continue reading

  • Upon His Knee.

    It would be nice if it were all lies, just a made up story, a figment of my imagination, as an email suggests.   ‘you are FEEDING your anger with LIES. Just to carry on the hated/evil.’   The lie… Continue reading

  • Happy 4th of July

    I have one week away from home and all the duties it requires, one week to be a guest on earth, and maybe that is what we need to practice more and more.   I am looking forward to a… Continue reading

  • The Key

    “Dostoevsky wrote that the best way to keep a prisoner from escaping is to make sure he never knows he’s in prison. Many of us live this way, not even knowing how desperately we are trapped by the stories we… Continue reading

  • Awareness of Self

    It is interesting to me that when you see someone in denial you automatically think that they just need to see reality.   What is a much deeper problem is the ways in which they have lived to ‘not see… Continue reading

  • Your Diet Today

    As I did yoga today I was reminded of where all the unexpressed emotions lay, the container that holds them when I lived a short distance from my body, is my body.   What has always been true and will… Continue reading