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    August 22, 2018

    As it is, the white crystal snow

    Wrapped like a shawl around a great tree

    Gives its permission for a time out

    And, still in its winter meditations,

    Like a great Buddha

    Hides the green eruptions 

    To come

    Neither your Excitement and Anticipation

    Nor your Fear 

    Nor need for Power and Control

    Nor desperate prayers

    Nor impatience 

    Will change The Unfolding

    So, do the only thing you can do

    Sing the songs that bring you Joy

    Weep the tears that spri...

    January 24, 2018

    SERVICE, TIRED WORD

    YOU LIFT IT TO THE SACRED

    IT'S SELFLESS BEAUTY

    © Richard Chamberlain 2018

    June 1, 2017

    LOVE IN THIS MOMENT

    EMBRACES YOU TOTALLY

    LOVE BELONGS TO YOU

    ©Richard Chamberlain 2017 

    November 8, 2016

    1.

    THAT SLIGHT BREEZE OPENED

    A PEEK INTO MYSTERY

    WITHIN WHAT SEEMS REAL

    2.

    DESCENDING THE CROSS

    TOTALLY VULNERABLE

    BEYOND SURRENDER

    3.

    THROUGH THE MYSTERY

    INTO THE REALITY

    LOVE FINDS COMMUNION

    4.

    COMMUNION IS ALL

    THE BEGINNING AND THE END (and the beginning)

    THERE IS NOTHING MORE

    ©Richard Chamberlain 2016

    October 5, 2016

    This morning I had, for me, a big Aha moment.  As I was beginning my meditation, I suddenly realized that every time I try to meditate I automatically assume the posture of my Christian upbringing:  head bowed, shoulders rounded, the unworthy penitent begging for the gifts that, I realized, are already mine:  Love, compassion, harmony, the Healing Presence, kindness, being a blessing in the world, being a fair witness....

    March 18, 2016

    He was a relatively young man who had an exciting life. full of travel and speed. Across skies aflame with fire and ocean blues at dawn. Creeping circle rainbows were part of his world, along with loving moons rising red from horizons. Stars baring witness to his solitude and his openness to unfold his being into creation. His chest by the heart was open. Blood was deep and rich and red, as though vital, and yet energetically...

    February 23, 2016

    It’s 3:00am and I have to write. Thoughts are streaming out of my head with the feelings of the last couple of weeks. They come in passing during the day but I push them to the back with my busyness. They come out now like mad soldiers and seem to say “you will hear and look at us now!” With much sadness I know I must surrender to listen and write.

    These past couple of weeks have changed me physically and emotionally. They left...

    February 10, 2016

    “You are a ghostless man. You do not have much time,” says the doctor.
    I am struck with the terror of the unmottled diagnosis.
    Like a shot glass of pure spirits, her language distills truth.
    Past, present and future become irrelevant, non existent, inconceivable.
    The mystery work of clearing old debts with my ancestors is nearly complete; my life fulfilling their promised land.
    The two children are included.
    Let’s see if I can...

    January 15, 2016

    I am Raven.
    My image captured in mid-flight, every detail sharply in focus, is now immortalized.

    I am Raven.
    Forever remembered for that one split second that we entered into timelessness together.

    I am Raven.
    I am Magic. I am Shapeshifter. I am Enchanter.

    I am Raven.
    Do you see my spirit? Can you feel my presence? Come with me.

    I am Raven.

    © Mary Fyfe 2016

    January 15, 2016

    I decided to join you by the fire last night. When I first  approached you I was smiling and my eyes were shining. It was so  good to see you and hear your voice. The full moon was luminous. The wolves were howling a haunting serenade. I couldn’t resist howling with them, and I reached out for you to join me. The fire was warm and crackling, filling my senses with it’s deep woody fragrance, as the smoke swirled in patterns rea...

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