The saffron-leafed Sango Kaku
enrobed in November foliage
bestows autumnal Buddhist blessings
upon the land.
How precious its’ gift.
Are we humble enough to receive it?
The saffron-leafed Sango Kaku
enrobed in November foliage
bestows autumnal Buddhist blessings
upon the land.
How precious its’ gift.
Are we humble enough to receive it?
We are all wounded beings. It’s part of our DNA. This is a given, and it’s why I practice. It’s why I practice my profession and it’s part of what inspires me to maintain a spiritual practice. How else to deal with and to heal the pain of living, and of loving?
A brief memoir of a time with my grandmother brings to mind reflections upon our ancestral legacy and our personal evolution:
This past Saturday I was exquisitely privileged to receive an initiation and empowerment into the energy of the Medicine Buddha. This gift was bestowed upon me, in a ceremony with others seeking healing gifts, by the Gehlek Rimpoche, a Tibetan lama in the lineage of The Dalia Lama
Last weekend I facilitated a Constellation workshop in New York City. No matter how many times I do this, I am always moved, touched, and ultimately awed by the divine grace that manifests in these sacred events. This occasion was no exception.
Some of you may be familiar with the myriad prophecies that have been forecast for this tumultuous year. Many cultures and their seers and prognosticators have forecast destruction and mayhem leading up to the 2012 winter solstice.
Last weekend I facilitated my regular monthly Constellation workshop. I always begin these workshops with a short talk that sets an intention for our work on that day.
My dear friend Lilli Cunningham succumbed to death on Friday, after a 2 year journey with cancer. Lilli and I first met in November, 2009, when she and her husband Bill attended a Systemic and Family Constellation workshop that I facilitated in Miami, Florida.