Love Notes XLIII
A quiet blessing on the enduring presence of Love—its power, beauty, and timelessness within us.
A quiet blessing on the enduring presence of Love—its power, beauty, and timelessness within us.
A quiet meditation for Nepal, Tibet and all those touched by loss — a reflection on grief, compassion, silence, and the mystery that holds us when words are no longer enough.
Silence is not the absence of meaning—it is the place beneath meaning, where truth does not need to prove itself... On stillness, presence, and the language beneath words.
This is a reflection on the quiet discipline of keeping the heart open, even when love must take a different form.
This contemplation explores the quiet power of presence: how, in the midst of suffering, simply being there for one another can become an expression of love.
A brief blessing for the places in us that still remember fear—and for the love that has never left us.
A small remembrance of why I continue to write and record: that beneath all we have come to believe ourselves to be, there remains a love beyond measure.
When love enters what we do, effort becomes devotion. What might have felt like obligation becomes something freely given—a quiet offering of ourselves to the moment.
At the Aurora House, healing was not about fixing what was broken, but creating the safety in which what had always been whole could emerge. It was a living laboratory of body, breath, grief, spirit, and the mysterious intelligence that leads us home.
When the mind is burdened by fear and the future feels uncertain, Wendell Berry invites us back to the quiet wisdom of the natural world, where, for a moment, we remember what peace feels like.
Many healing paths focus on transformation, yet overlook something essential: the ego structure and its defenses cannot truly surrender and transcend until it feels safe.
A poem of belonging, longing, and the wild grace of being alive. Mary Oliver’s Wild Geese reminds us that we need not earn our place in this world—we need only listen for the call that has been there all along.
Contemplations
In silence, nothing is missing. Nothing needs to be found, repaired, or completed. And here, beneath all the noise of wanting and becoming, love reveals itself—quiet, whole, and unadulterated.
Meditation
There is a place within you that has never ceased loving—not even in your darkest moments. Beneath every fear, every wound, every defence, the heart remains quietly open. Come, for a few moments, and let us return there together.
Meditation
You are not traveling toward the Beloved. You are awakening to the Beloved who has never been absent, wherein all Love is made manifest.
Meditation
May you know that whatever arises, there is something within you vast enough to hold it with Love.
Love Notes
A remembrance for the moments when we feel most alone: beneath grief, fear, and weariness, a hidden thread of grace remains unbroken, quietly carrying us back toward the heart.
Meditation
A gentle meditation on releasing blame, softening the heart, and returning to the love that has never left us, held in the arms of the Beloved
Love and Presence
What if love is not something a person earns after becoming whole, but the very presence that makes wholeness possible? Love Is the Purification is a reflection on shame, hidden wounds, and the radical invitation to come exactly as one is. Nothing must be perfected before it is brought into love.
There was a time when the family doctor meant more than a physician who treated minor illnesses. The family doctor was the person who knew the patient. He knew the history, the family, the medications, the temperament, the recurring fears, the old injuries, and the illnesses that had come before.
Healing
There is a place within each of us that is untouched by fear. It has always been there. What if healing is not about becoming someone new, but about remembering what has never been lost? A reflection on presence, safety, and the quiet ground of our being.
Field Notes
Written to mark, within time, the endless journey of returning to the One. June 6, 1986 Beneath the wounded places, beneath the stories, beneath the contractions of fear and survival, there exists a presence that has never been harmed..
Field Notes
Written to mark, within time, the endless journey of returning to the One. June 6, 1986 beneath the wounded places, beneath the stories, beneath the contractions of fear and survival, there exists a presence that has never been harmed..
Love and Presence
For love, there are no preferences