It was a tribe of misfits and mavericks, of a place be truthful about being angry, confused, and deeply disillusioned with corporate promises of coming adulthood.
Music in our teenage years has some hold on us – as we differentiate from our parents and seek to individuate into adulthood, music is a road map, a container for our collective pain and pathway seeking. Lyrics are potent poetry. Album art captures and shapes our psyches. Musicians can hold the daring, the speaking up, the stepping out that we wish that we could find in ourselves. We literally look for rock n’ roll role models, for well known north “stars” that we can navigate our way by; artist who can take in the collective psyche and sing it back to us- holding up a mirror to our collective mind….
e can believe in. For sure, science is fine thing to believe in- (reality rocks!); yet I reckon the panthemism of the wisdom to be found in listening to stones and rivers and sky and soil is a wonderful thing to listen in to too…..
It’s a core truth that our life is still happening- even when we are anxiously waiting for something! We each only have finite number of days and we’d be wise to live them all fully- even when it feels like we are in holding pattern until we hear. How can we drop down into the moment, feel our feet on the earth and walk well thorough this day? Yes- even – or especially- if we are waiting on news outside of us or things that we can’t yet see the outcome of…..
We are only truly at choice when we can say yes and no as easily as each other and do not stray into the terrible territories of people pleasing. No is a fierce force that will protect life. It will serve us to know what we do not want, as much as what we doContinue reading “The Beauty of Boundaries”
If you are walking with grief then let this time take you down, let it season you and scar you, let your skin feel the rawness of real life, trust that you are being made in these fierce fires, that good things are coming through. Grief can be like a lead insole in the bottomContinue reading “Walking with grief”
Many of us remain a mystery to ourselves. Our inner landscapes can remain unchartered for decades until some great outer experience suddenly summons us to deeply question what it is that we really feel about it all. Personally I reckon that becoming intimate with the wild world within us is the most important journey that weContinue reading “Intimacy with the Wild Within”
For years I’ve followed freedom As my true north A compass in my core- Yet something also gets lost if we don’t commit to showing up day after day. Form can bring phenomenal things. A practice is a potent way to change our lives. Forever freedom has a shadow- if we always get what weContinue reading “Freedom and fierceness”
We get made by the things that break us. I know, I know, it sound like some pathetic platitude for when times are tough. But really, we so get made by the things that we just can’t seem to find our way through at the time. Sometimes we will seem to be locked inside ofContinue reading “The regalness of wrestling”
“Last night a DJ saved my life…”- a catchy little line conveying a common experience (hopefully an over-exaggeration)- yet all too often the dance does so substantially enhance my experience of reality. The real joy of going for refuge in something of substance- which in the case of both of the dance and the dharmaContinue reading ““Last night a DJ saved my life…” why movement matters”
There is a mystery that moves us, literally that unseen thing that animates us -the breath that is so involuntary and so necessary. That first in breath at birth and that out-breath at death, and sure we can slow it down or speed it up or get more mindful of it in between – butContinue reading “Allowing Aliveness”