Guest Post by Dennis Ernst
Life is constantly pushing us, pulling us, our attention dragging us on like chasing a mirage across an endless desert—always just beyond reach, shimmering with false promises.
Is there ever a moment where the action stops, and clarity, peace, and calm emerge? Is there really a place of not doing, simply being at rest?
Guest Post by Gloria Lionz
This poem announced itself with three short words – “more than enough.” When that phrase landed I stopped everything, sat down, and listened for the “rest of the story.”
Perhaps the reader is familiar with similar feelings; the creative opening that appears where one chooses a response designed to provide pragmatic insight and the dynamic flow of creative empowerment.
I invite you to “listen” then celebrate this age old truth: when we’re aligned with love each of us automatically realizes we are “more than enough.”
Guest Post by Dennis Ernst
A close friend was getting near the end of life, and over our years of friendship we had shared many ideas, speculations, and solved all the world’s problems in our wide ranging conversations.
He had been a history professor and also enjoyed archaeology, philosophy, religion, the sciences. We had debates running over years, on what is consciousness, how humans got to where we are, and the existence of the cosmos.
Guest Post by Gloria Lionz
As with all my poems, a title arrives first, then I get quiet and listen for what it has to share. In this case, HU “spoke” of itself, in Haiku form. It was a nice surprise for me too.
Guest Post by Doug Marman
From: The Silent Questions, by Doug Marman, pp. 242-243
I paused for a moment and listened. What was it? The cool breeze rattled leaves along the walk while I waited, listening. Then it came again. A sound in the wind from far away…a child crying…It echoed within me.
By Gloria Lionz
STORIES FROM THE FIELD…aka: not-so-random signs the Divine “HAS YOUR BACK.”
Tonight, I left my naturopath’s office (Dr. Kate Wiggin) after closing. Today, like most IV sessions, I was there 3+ hours. The goal? Detoxify my body from mold poisoning (which I posted about several months ago).
Guest Post by Gloria Lionz
Happy Friday night, August 1, 2025. If you live long enough, you have experiences that “speak volumes…” Case in point, I was driving to see a new practitioner in Portland. On my way there, I was wondering if working with her was going to be as successful as I hoped. Shortly, after inwardly asking that question I noticed an unusual sign painted on the back of a delivery van. It was far in the distance. As I drove other cars went in other directions, turned off the highway as everyone does. Eventually the van was right in front of me.
Guest Post by Dennis Ernst
I think of my own life and all of its imperfections. The challenges, slowly tearing down outdated beliefs, stripping away all that isn’t needed for the next step in life. This process is an evolution that creatively crafts our becoming into a unique and ever-changing work of art. It challenges us to keep going, keep working, keep crafting our masterpiece of human experience. Each refinement reveals new hidden beauty, depth, and a deeper understanding of our journey and our becoming.
Guest Post by Dennis Ernst
Wabi-Sabi’s roots are deeply embedded in Buddhist philosophy, particularly in the teachings that emphasize impermanence, suffering, and the absence of self.
It’s a perspective that sees a simplistic beauty in the transient nature of life, a view that emerged in Japan as an aesthetic counterpoint to the prevailing notions of beauty. The fragile, transient nature of something, imperfect, incomplete becomes a model for the human experience.
Guest Post by David Rivinus
Stacy was ecstatic.
The vacation to Italy she and her husband had been planning for months was finally happening. The two were on an exclusive tour that had taken them to a quaint, picturesque village in the Italian Alps, far from the holiday crowds. It was quiet, beautiful and totally Italian. What’s more, the guides were terrific.
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