
Writing
·Learning to Walk a New Path
Launching this site again marks a new chapter for me in my writing life. I have fond memories of my first blogspot account back in the halcyon days of the early internet. I have scribbled notebooks of poems and stories from my teenage years. Back in the day, when someone would...
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It is Enough
readGolden-crowned kinglet
Flickering from twig to twig
Barely a whisper of movement—
A sliver of sound in the silence.
In the darkness and despair,
Amidst uncertainty and doubt,
It is enough.
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What Your CPA Can't Do For You
A *Pathwright Partners* blog post There's a challenge I've noticed business owners facing that I don't think we talk about enough. And that is this question of what you need to be responsible for yourself versus what you can hand off to someone else. Accounting and finances...
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·Feeling the Mystery
Reflections on My Meditation Retreat Experience Taken at the retreat center, in a bamboo grove on the property Last month I attended an “Awakening Through the Body” meditation retreat hosted by Dharma Gates in West Virginia. In complete honesty, I had no idea what I was...
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Metamortality
readDoes the snake look back with longing,
oh, soft translucent skeleton that held
her hopes and fears and desires—
until it could not?
Does the butterfly carry a memory of that comforting,
smothering...
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Walking Without a Map
The Wanderer is the embodiment of freedom — untamed, untethered, and unwilling to be caged. She follows the pull of unseen horizons, drawn not to safety but to the mystery of what could be. This is the energy that leads us into the unknown, toward the vast expanse of future...
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Soul Excavation: Working with Archetypes
We carry many selves. Some buried deep—forgotten, silenced, or abandoned. Versions of us that once believed they couldn’t survive what we’ve endured. But look at us now. Blooming anyway. Not in spite of the pain, but because of it. Every scar, every silence, every...
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All You Need
This week I had a new experience at the gym. I was done with my set and wiping down the machine when a lady came up to me to ask how it worked. She confessed she had never used this type of machine before and wasn’t sure how it worked. My first thought was: “And you’re asking...
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The Thing that Is (and Perhaps Is Not)
readMy muse isn't the
meandering mist
over mountain streams;
bright on a sharp morning.
My muse isn't the
rippling song
of a twilight thrush;
slipping through the gloam.
My muse isn't the
brave...
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All That Remains
Winter is not my favorite season. Even that is an understatement. I confess, it is a struggle to find joy in the short, bleak days of January (and February, and March, and April....). But in the last few years I've been trying to shift my perspective and search for glimpses of...
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Awakening the Light
Too often we exist as hollowed soul-shells, content with a shadow of existence, insisting that this is good enough. Racing through our days as if this counts as living. Or in the words of Neil Postman, “amusing ourselves to death” and calling it life. In my journey of living...
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