It's a New World Every Heartbeat

"The embryo is the Word of God"

2012-01-09T09:34:00.000-08:00

I've been reading Richard Grossinger's book Embryos, Galaxies, and Sentient Beings. Here is the description from his site at North Atlantic Books: "Why is the universe conscious? What kindles mind inside matter? Why do fundamentalist sciences and religions never ask these questions? This sequel to Embryogenesis deals with the theoretical issues brought up by Embryogenesis, including: the

Evolution :)

2011-12-08T11:50:00.000-08:00

Adaptations of "the scream," image overlays to happy moments of carefree thoughts as clouds drifting in a blue sky. You and I are drifting, often wordlessly dancing slowly, smoothly, effortlessly in a gentle spin of time, weaving a web of what will also be shining strings of light to guide each of us further in our own time

If you want peace, first Know Thyself.

2011-12-01T13:27:00.000-08:00

When we think about what we want out of life, in life, we all have wants and goals, a need to love and be loved, to create. We need to express ourselves. Throughout history we have carved our names, symbols of our presence, of what we can see and what we, as a mind, are trying to understand. We want to go beyond where we have been. We start as an infant, pulling ourselves up. During

Bones, Whitaker, Wall Street, and Our Collective Memory

2011-10-28T08:52:00.000-07:00

As I watch the news report constant images of the changes, and the challenges of and to change, every day in our world, I think about how we create collective images of ourselves through our cultures that are part of our personal and therefore social identity. If you’re a fan of the show Bones, as I am, you may remember Dr. Temperance Brennan, the scientist on the show whose passion, among

What a Wonderful World, beyond the "Formidable Pause"

2011-10-21T11:19:00.000-07:00

I am driven to go beyond the undeniable power of Pinter’s “formidable pause,” that is, to go beyond the power of the invisible menacing as the only force which carries us in the ocean of our living dynamic. This is a level of energy that we learn to recognize within us, and then to “harness,” consciously use as a power of Good. This is another image of the creative powers we’ve immortalized in

Unfolding

2011-10-11T14:33:00.000-07:00

Suddenly I saw in one new momentOf clarityHow each knot in my stringHas been made, which have held fastTo be and hold the beadsThat bejewel me,Which have unraveled, Purposes untold or no longer needed. I dreamed last night ofAnother me, several interacting,One a young thin man, tall with long blondish hairAnd a trimmed beard to match. A collector,One only recently used to openingHis doors to

Going Gentle into Morning

2011-08-31T12:10:00.000-07:00

Talking with myWomb brother today, a seashell soundOf whispering love in simpleDaily words like cars, school, soccer,Beach, axle, poem-oh, how cells sing when we let them, hear them.Post-hurricane here, high heat there,Blue sky prevails, and, in Dad’s immortal words,Time marches on! Energy interweaving in rainbowColors even as flood waters rise in tv news,Families coming together even as

The Nature Principle

2011-07-20T08:02:00.000-07:00

The nature principleApplied when we went outsideAnd with those dull bladesTo branches that seemed to ask for pruning.We went, urged by our need to beOutside, tending the grounds,Disposing of scraps thatFeed other organismsInto rich, sifting dirt,And, as always, find otherThings to prune, to notice, acknowledge,To appreciate, pick up. We’d been pruningSome trees lately, and this time moved onTo

What does "imperative" mean in relationship to change?

2011-07-05T12:20:00.000-07:00

The word “imperative” came up last week in our Spiritual Philosophy “tutorial.” We were talking about what motivates us to change, and how we resist change until we reach our own internal urge or motivation – until we are “ready” for change. I just looked up the word “imperative” in the dictionary, prompted by a friend when we talked about the meeting afterwards. The definition that gets my

Nature takes its Course

2011-06-30T13:23:00.000-07:00

So, as I, a humanOn the wing,As birds remind me,From hummingbirds’Tiny busy accelerated life,To the furry birds just hatchedIn the porch ferns...Only a few clusters of daysAnd a black snake wrapsAround the porch post,Slinks across and into the fernWhere the perfectly made Little nest is nesting,Makes a mealAnd retreats.I saw the lumps,Admired the snake,Then had to chaseAnd, sadly, kill it.Nature

Summertime Snaps

2011-06-22T14:24:00.000-07:00

You Go, Ellen (and thoughts on Energy, Big Waves, Family, Events)

2011-06-06T14:28:00.000-07:00

I went to Houston for my (summa cum laude!) niece’s high school graduation this weekend and got a wonderful dip into the world of families and graduating seniors. The buzz of youth at that age and the excitement of their moving on is an infectious palpable energy. My niece is pretty AND smart, and we were proud of her and her classmates as they awaited their turn to walk across the stage and exit

The Practical Arts of Living

2011-05-06T16:37:00.000-07:00

I have always been fascinated with connections. Connections seemed automatic to me when I thought about anything, when I met people, when I listened to others tell their stories of a moment, a day, a life, when I read a sentence, when I watched a movie or television scene, listened to song lines, and more profoundly later, when I watched rain fall hard on dirt, making mud stools that looked like

Stars Fold In

2011-05-05T09:30:00.000-07:00

Cookie dough, Chips embedded, Nuts enfolded, The taste its own starburst, Oven-warm, The smile of every memory That comes from such a taste. THIS is the best Ad, the best display, The best memory, Laughter, smile. Show me, she says, He remembers, How you took that first bite, That memory of innocence, That first slurp of such joy Of taste. Decadent? No, purely Richly, joy.

Portraits from Dreamland

2011-04-27T05:29:00.000-07:00

What could you want? He smiled as he lay back into the deep sleepOf rainfall and every fulfillmentMemory he’d pillowed with before.Only love has true power,The smooth flavor and taste of love.The change is his growing up-No more tying a shoe even withoutThinking of the leather lace, the loop knot,The child’s head kneeling over, determinationIntact and absolute. She remembers her own dreamland,

More Lanscapes and Visitors

2011-04-25T14:40:00.000-07:00

A Series of Landscapes

2011-04-23T08:27:00.000-07:00

Every character has his or her own mind. Yet the threads of time-after-time are interwoven within us as the beads on a necklace, the lace on a hem that rings the edge of a throat full of life and a landscape of flesh, the biggest organ we have, beautiful living beings. Rush! The man inside the boy rushes on,urging The blood-rush of every urgeAnd surge. What can this moment mean, the next, my

2011-04-23T08:13:00.001-07:00

Wild horses

2011-04-06T08:07:00.000-07:00

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Dark to Light

2011-03-27T17:15:00.000-07:00

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Ready to Live

2011-03-12T08:32:00.000-08:00

Lately I've been reading Patti Smith's award-winning memoir, Just Kids. I've read it in pieces, dipping in here and there before bed mostly. With this book, and her style of expression, I can do this and thoroughly enjoy the dips. I've always been drawn to Patti Smith's bits of poetry, some of the stark images of her I've seen over the years. I never went further than reading some of her poems,

Love, love, love

2011-03-05T13:59:00.000-08:00

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A Few Scribbled Lines

2011-02-15T13:26:00.000-08:00

A few scribbled lines prompted by news and other stories: What will it mean when these scene-stealers seem to know the degradation they've made and saved and pushed up hill? What will it mean to the saved and saving when the sun rays shine so far and wide that only those whose eyes see white will save themselves for all color all time, next time? The ditties, raps, nerve verses today rattle the

The Long and Winding Road, it's Crazy.....

2011-02-04T13:22:00.000-08:00

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Ready for Love

2011-01-07T08:05:00.000-08:00

“As an immature soul, changing our language shows that we are growing. As a spirit, changing our language is acknowledging our wisdom and truth.” (The Journey Home, 247) Language is the most obvious physical image of ourself that we constantly reflect to everyone around us. What does our language say about our personality? In this week’s Independent, I read a review of Durham native Heather