One day, if you are lucky, you will have a chance to visit this place - they call it Ciudad de Dios - the City of God. If you believe there is a god, or even if you don't - this is what that spirit would look like among human beings.

The joy of watching the rununcla and beach rose and glads in full bloom is hard to explain in words. It's a feeling that raises the level of energy as the flowers just do what flowers are supposed to do.

Circles are our teacher - in them, we are reminded of the infinite, there is no coming and going, and that all things are interconnected.

And every generation believes they have confronted the most extreme that a world might produce - for good and no so good. But in this moment, it seems the thing that is different is that we really need to find a way to get better at being who we were meant to be – each one of us.

There is something awaiting our arrival to the next place and we have no idea what that something may be - heaven, hell, darkness, light - we can't really know. What we can know is what is happening now, and we can recognize that this is the material that we have to work with in getting ourselves to realize our best moments and selves.

We live in a time when more connection would help the world get through a very difficult period of history. This is a time when the dis-connects have made it easier not to recognize one another, hence so many cries for "being seen" and "belonging."

It is like a muscle that constricts when the possibility of hurt comes along and there is nothing yet, but the anticipation is definitely there. There can be more damage in a constricted state than in a relaxed state. Ease, softness comes with rest and time off.

Even our chores are reminders that we live in a much larger rhythm of life. It is the universal energy that draws us out, then draws us in. Like breathing itself. Inhale, touch in, then exhale. Inhale deeply. Zero. Exhale fully. A reset, every time.

"Be like water." is a teaching in martial arts that has served many very well; the understanding that yielding can be powerful. Yielding is not giving up, it is not surrender, it is not weakness. It's a strategic act.

The every day issues of living/dying/developing/changing - these will always be a part of the human experience.

So many events and circumstances are showing us that the great turning is definitely taking place, and many don't even know what that means. That not knowing is itself a problem.

Today, being an elder has opened up many awarenesses: things collapse, pain takes on new definitions and contours, the feeling of expanding into the universe begins to emerge, and everything one once thought to be clear cut, suddenly is no longer so.

The image of the small boy sitting on top of a sleeping giant is us – waiting. What are we waiting for?

If an adult was standing next to this troll, they would be about the same height as the two toes closest to the ground!

Composting is just one little thing that each one can do. It doesn't require investment of any kind. It does require a shift in consciousness.

It has been a month of moving between actual life and death tending to aged parents; and being in relationship with people of all ages, bringing varied gifts, coming together to affirm the truth at the center of life: love.

As one deepens understanding about life/death - one moves to the questions that begin to surface curiosity about life's purpose, and the destiny that awaits. It's a delicate balance.

In the encounters lately, it has been a blessing to be among people who hold questions and are actively exploring how best to affirm the energy of wanting to live in peace.