Our way of life is dying.
We cannot ‘return to normal.’ Normal is long gone.
We’re in the midst of spiritual surgery.
We’re being split open and dissected and reformed and reassembled as something we’ve never been before.
We’re getting woken up from a long, tumultous, unconscious, irresponsible slumber. … More It’s OK to not be OK.
No one is immune to the clarion wake-up call that’s blaring everywhere we go. We are what we focus on. We are what we expect. We are what we prepare to receive.
Believe it, dears. Our thoughts create the world. … More It’s the End of the World as We Know It
I wonder what might have been if you – truly the best friend I’ve ever had – could have stayed in my life and I could have stayed in yours. Perhaps, we could have gone deeper and wider than we thought possible.
I do wonder. I know you do too.
Ten years. I still think of you, think of how we changed each other, think of what happened between us in the dark, on the road, over countless plates of enchiladas and pork pot stickers and Pho from the restaurant around the corner from your apartment.
I miss that rawness, that emotion skimming the surface of everything.
I miss listening to you laugh. I miss playing word games in the car.
I miss you. … More The Last Letter My Ex Never Wrote Me
The days of playing small are behind all of us.
We can’t go back.
This world needs our authenticity and our brains and our beautiful souls and our astonishing dreams and steely strength.
We may want to wimp out and sit in sloth at McDonald’s eating GMO fries and drinking cancer in a can, but we can’t. We can no longer do that if we are awake at all. … More Playing Small is No Longer an Option
I’ve loved this experience but I love the life I have, too.
It has been revelatory and heart-opening.
And now I want to go home. I want to go back to the familiar comforts and glorious sunrises and breathtaking wildness of Northern NM.
This way of life in Barcelona has been about being, much more than doing.
And I can take that sense of how to approach life home to NM.
I want less doing and more being, as a new friend said recently in a Facebook post. … More Look Homeward, Angel
Last night when we were half way across the Atlantic, flying over seamounts outside of St. John, Newfoundland, I cast the I-Ching with my Kindle (how new age of me) and got the hexagram for Joy.
I’d asked about the purpose of this trip.
How perfect. Joy. … More Barcelona, baby
Day 1: A – Z Challenge – 2015 “I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it. People think pleasing God is all God cares about. But any fool living in the world can see it always trying to please us back.”― Alice … More Appreciating What Is
In Memory of June White, 1931 – 2015. Reason to believe. There’s a reason. There’s always a reason for everything we experience. We may not like the reason. We may rail against it. We may gnash our teeth and weep over it, but there’s always something to learn, something to uncover, something to unearth, no matter … More A Pearl Beyond Price
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. About two weeks ago, this blog quietly crossed the 50,000 page view mark. I noted it on my Facebook page with much shouting and glee, but I realize I forgot to mention it here. I want to offer a profound and heartfelt thank you to each person who visits Wonderland … More Wonderland News: 50,000 Reasons to Celebrate
For Amanda Moore Berry This morning as I woke, I thought about my mother. I thought about this day 50 years ago when she was in the throes of labor, when morning light flooded her hospital room — and my father paced the hallway outside, smoking incessantly — back in the day when you could … More At 50: A Remembrance