Sometimes, I ask those in my workshops to allow themselves to remember intermittent moments in their lives: Those times when someone acts in a manner that soothes a wound, or touches one’s heart, or, resonates with something beyond the personality. These moments of Grace are intended to support the expression of promise a person carries. [...]

Some years ago, invited by friends to visit them in New Mexico, we walked up and onto a mesa. Something there touched me deeply…involuntarily, I dropped to my knees weeping in gratitude and joy. Eventually, I bought the land. “Sublime” presented itself three years later after returning from a couple hours of being alone with [...]

This poem was prompted by a sign posted at the entrance to the easement through another’s property I used to access the land I owned in rural northwest New Mexico. “If the dogs don’t get you, the shotgun will.” My neighbor’s conspicuously placed placard affirmed. I, too, from behind ramparts of fear,albeit with less temerity,too [...]

I work in Greek Cyprus three or four times a year – and have for several years now. One of my friends graciously permitted me the use of his home in the rural village of Tres Eleis. This poem speaks to the beauty I found there. Aphrodite’s birthplace to the Southwest of this place, that [...]

I had a rich couple hours of mystical experience atop the mesa on my New Mexico land in December 2008. I have long had an affinity with trees. This day was simply more. This poem wrote itself in the first fifteen minutes of coming down from the mesa. The Goddess thrusts her great clouds of [...]

This is a second poem arising from my rich few days in a rural Greek Cypriot mountain village. These narrow streets, 800 meters above the Mediterranean,channeled the civic, domestic and husbandry movements of 500 Cypriots. Today, forty remain. Then: Old ones, grandparents,those in their middle years andyoung ones with children. Donkeys, goats, dogs, cats. Now: [...]

This poem reflects a modicum of awareness congealing as I stood on a public transport bus near Euston Station in Central London. I seem to love my every moment in this city. How do I, taking transport,see the innocence of the driver shuttling me? How do I, ambulating one,know my own heart? How do I, [...]

I am one of the silly ones who has made a vocation out of my own psychological, energetic and spiritual awakening. I do not mean a job or career – although – I work in that industry. Rather, I have made arduous labor of my own unfolding. The lines below capture my thinking – rather [...]