Archives for category: Musings

Everything moves, making way, for space, or, intimacy, between this and that.

The light is right, always. It is just where we are, in relationship to it, that determines how well we are illumined. It’s quality is determined by what we have put between ourselves and the source. 

Lifting two stones from the pebbled path of a zen garden, these eyes chanced upon this incredible sight. 

Feathering across silently, focused, centred, and charged, this group of tiny pilgrims, flow down-stream like a hypnotic, gurgling, mountain river. Imagining them on their way to a sacred temple, as their high priestess, the queen ant, surrenders to her destiny. 


How random are the droplets upon the plantain leaf? One chooses in this world, to understand the science that explains how it happens. Another chooses to simply soak in the beauty of it, without the need to understand why. The philosopher may speculate on why it is so. Our responses to what we see, are as random, as the droplets on that leaf. 

Older than these roots is the light.

Watching a pod of Orca whales, upon the deck of a Cruise ship navigating the Gulf of Alaska, I heard the voice of a boy, under all the machine and nature sounds, even as the Captain spoke with his deep and compelling voice, about the habits of these whales, a rare sight for everyone on board. In response to a woman’s question, “Do you get sea sick?”, the boy said, “I’ve had five brain surgeries. Do you know the ‘Make a Wish Foundation’? I’m here because of them”. This boy will have a short life. I listen to him, watching these whales which will soon disappear. I may not see this boy, or, those whales ever again. Do I look at him, or, at those whales? I’m dying too. Am I going to sit down and take a good look at myself, or, am I just going to spend all my time, looking out at this world, which never ceases to elude my grasp, like that pod of Orca whales, and like that boy, who will soon be no more than a memory, even to those who loved him dearly.


Yesterday my family and I sat on top of the cool, soft, improbable sand dunes of Jockey Ridge State Park, NC, simultaneously overlooking the Atlantic ocean and the Roanoke Sound and making for a very intense experience. We were all moved by this unique space, the contrast of sand dunes (Zoya said we were almost in Egypt) and evergreen shrubbery, dotted with marsh land, beaches and vast expanses of oceans. And it was clear to me that we can always choose to be happy if we embrace all that seems improbable but just is.


I’ve been where Earth meets the Sky and seen the love that’s between them.


The flame contemplates the wick wondering what it is that is burning up.