“… But follow me

For now it pleases me to go.
The patterns of the stars are quivering
near the horizon now
the north wind’s are picking up and farther on
there is a cliff’s edge we must reach

to start down from…”



Too Small

“When your eyes are tired,
the world is tired also.

When your vision has gone
no part of the world can find you.

Time to go into the dark
where the night has eyes
to recognize its own.

There you can be sure
you are not beyond love.

Sometimes it takes darkness
and the sweet confinement of your aloneness
to learn

Anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.”

~David Whyte

Kids and Yoga

“If a child is to keep alive his inborn sense of wonder, he needs the companionship of at least one adult who can share it, rediscovering with him the joy, excitement, and mystery of the world we live in.”
~Rachel Carson

This being human is a guest house

“Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!

Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.”


Minor Terror

There were two “Reigns of Terror” if we would but remember it and
consider it; the one wrought murder in hot passion, the other in
heartless cold blood; the one lasted mere months, the other lasted a
thousand years; the one inflicted death upon a thousand persons, the
other upon a hundred millions; but our shudders are all for the
“horrors” of the minor terror, the momentary terror, so to speak;
whereas, what is the horror of swift death by the axe compared with
lifelong death from hunger, cold insult, cruelty, and heartbreak? What
is swift death by lightning compared with slow death by fire at the
stake? A city cemetery could contain the coffins filled by the brief
Terror which we have all been so diligently taught to shiver and mourn
over; but all France could hardly contain the coffins filled by the
older and real Terror–that unspeakably bitter and awful Terror which
none of us has been taught to see in its vastness or pity as it deserves.”
~Mark Twain, sent to me by a good friend.

The Great Goodness

“Read, bathe, rest, purify, walk in the forest at night, pull energy from the earth, become friends with water; let the spirits of the air blow away any confusion.  Use the strength of fire to give you new hope and courage, and ask it to grant you a vision of the future.  Let it show you how the Source can warm your heart and how it will empower your detachment so you can consolidate your serenity and your poise.  And you – yes, you – you long-lost scallywag, it’s time for you to come back to the sacred place to which belong and step inside the gentle embrace of the Great Goodness.” 
~ Stuart Wilde, quote sent to me by Sol Yoga at Crescent Beach, BC