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.

Life implies as much discomfort as comfort and to seek only the latter will lead to disappointment because there is no way around it.

To be able to stay in the present: meditate. Stop, breathe, block all calculations. Touch reality – even if it's for five minutes. The Cosmos is holding us.

Living is colorful in more ways than one might imagine. Deep reflection is always a portal to understanding.

To be able to get to clarity and wholeness, the moments of awareness have be sustained. How is this possible? What is wholeness of being in this world? T

It was a time of recognition and rest from the pursuit of change. It was a reminder that no matter what one does, or does not do - change will happen.

Many want to know what they can do to help. The answer is whatever you can do to help. Begin with an embrace of yourself and others.

Today's gift is the realization that in a single day, so much can be revealed about what matters in life. An evening walk is a portal into the past and the future because it holds all there is in carrying on through life's adventures.

There can be no mistake about the fact that every day is a source of learning what it is to be human.

Perhaps it is the difference in the clock, or maybe it is the shift of energy with the people who seem to carry a different kind of intensity in this part of the continent. It might even be the architecture - the buildings hold so much in their bones.

And this is how it is: life is given. It ends, sometimes over a long haul journey to the end; and sometimes, in sudden death. Neither path is easy for the one who stands by to make this last walk with the one who departs.

When the warmth and care depart from the realm of the senses, then what is left is the essence. Not the residue of the being, but the essence.

A gift of creativity arrived with no words - an answer to a request made weeks ago for something beautiful, peaceful, and creative.