When you read the writings of mystics from any tradition, one thing you notice is their different perception of time. The now moment- this precise and ever opening point of time- is a flow of change and movement. Here in this moment, things are happening the way they are happening. We are happening however we are happening. When I am absorbed in this very moment, all is well.

Waiting, seen from this point, is a tear or a fracture in the now moment as we anticipate a time that has not yet blossomed into the now. This separation is a …

I have been waking up. I am waking up. Sometimes the dreams carried inside fade out and then re-emerge. The dreams are like everything else, they hang out in the soul. They are not lost. They have been planted and are waiting for the right conditions to open, to sprout, to transform.

My favorite thing is being in deep conversation about this human spiritual journey. How are things moving, for you? For me? For us? When does a community weave and open to the same strumming melody? How does the melody co-create our community, our bodies, our way of being …