This week, in the afterglow, I have been contemplating the idea of New Year’s Resolutions. It’s a big topic of conversation here in England; seems the young people generally answer yes, while the older ones just say no. I have been a big fan of the idea for years: “Rah Rah, I Resolve.” This year; it doesn’t quite fit. I’m looking for another word.
getting home for the holidays… with the angels among us
Today, after my own horrendous 36-hour trip from France to England, I can’t help thinking of all the others like me, stranded between familiar shores trying to get home for the holidays. This is for you, and for the angels among you.
the new thing for christmas
We cannot bring forth anything that counts in life unless we let Life penetrate us. And yet, we live with so much resistance, so much fear of allowing that. This morning, in my yoga-softened body, I could feel the gifts of these years. I felt my receptivity, my openness, my desire, my longing. I have longed for Life itself, and the feeling of taking it in like a really deep breath. I have allowed Life to penetrate me and to awaken the seed of The New Thing in my heart, time and time again.
the deliberate tourist
Somehow it often feels safer to rest within the boundaries of what we know and understand. But this safety is an illusion, and will eventually be shattered when what we don’t know pierces our safety net. It always does.
Life as a daring adventure
Life does not come with a set of instructions; each of us must find our own way. If you can, with a little help, see your life from a higher viewpoint, you can relax and trust the process just that much more.
a self-made man
August 1 is my father’s birthday. Today he would have been 100 years old. Cecil Moore Robertson was born August 1, 1910 in a small town in Virginia. His father ran the town grocery store. He went to school on the back of a horse drawn cart. At the age of 17 he left school […]