The story of the dandelions on my altar begins in my mother's kitchen. A few years ago during a visit I noticed that she had dandelion puffs on a thread above her sink. This blew my mind: how was she DOING that? How did they get there, and how did they last?
My wonder is an act of devotion and it fuels the love I feel in every fiber of my being for the cosmos, and the trust I feel in the mystery.
This week I'm going to speak to you of finding sustenance, which is what I've been gently tending to for myself as I settle back into my routines in the unfurling springtime on the Olympic Peninsula.
Beloved friends, Last year in my meditation-and-living workshop I asked if anyone wanted a partner for support and inspiration. One person responded, so she got me. We began with a simple daily question: "What does practice look like for you today?" Sarah had taken other courses, so I&
I hope you find this missive filled with invitations to awe, wonder, and hope.