“Living in touch with our inner guidance system involves feeling our way through life using all of ourselves: mind, body, emotions, and spirit. . . . We have to give our bodies credit for their innate wisdom. We also don’t need to know...

It is that time of year when the forest floor is decorated in petal snow and the trilliums have aged to a darker magenta and the green is a presence so all consuming that I taste it on my tongue and know it in my cells. It feels like a serious...

“Resist!”

Rainbow colored, thick and bolded, or with a raised fist, I find these stickers everywhere, from car bumpers to rusted old street signs. Not just a written word, but a sentiment that seems to be constantly on the brim of our...

A soft longing is emerging, like a creature in hibernation, from our hearts.

We are hungry to return ourselves to the living world, to feel ourselves belonging to and in allegiance with its inherent harmony. A slow, long wail is resonating from...

“I think that what we’re seeking is an experience of being alive so that our life experiences on the purely physical plane will have resonance with our own innermost being and reality, so that we actually feel the rapture of being...

“There is something alive in a feather. The power of it is perhaps in its dream of sky, currents of air, and the silence of its creation. It knows the insides of clouds. It carries our needs and desires, the stories of our...

More and more I am stumbling upon arguments for lost hope and a throwing-in-the-towel for our planet. This backlash is seemingly based in fact: if you are just an average human and not a CEO, head of state, or president, who can make significant...

"Feeling into the sturdiness of feminine confidence, we cannot keep looking toward busyness to prove that our lives have meaning. All of this overdoing is a very fragile and untrustworthy method of connecting with our value. We must be diligent in...

You are hardwired for wilderness.

Modern life is increasingly persuading us, transforming us into some domesticated version of our human creature selves. Dead but living. So many of us are under some strange anesthetic, disconnected from the land...

"Fierce compassion cuts, cuts, cuts away with the teeth of discernment, pulling fascia away from muscle, continually moving you closer to the bone of truth...

One of my favorite stories that expresses this tough version of compassion is told by...