grubbing for dreams

To ponder this day: what is a dream when anchored firmly? Or when rootless and wandering? Can dreams be truly realized if we dig up our tap-roots of origin and toss them aside? I think this changes over time. When we are young and straining for the “freedom from” or the “freedom to” we want nothing more than to whack off the root at its core. Aging, we perhaps want something a bit more.

just a hazy hint of colorful blossoms


saved by the bell

Opening up allows you to be caught by wind or wave, to be held so you don’t plummet or sink so quickly. Our immediate startle response in times of crisis is to tighten up, to shrink in on ourselves as adrenaline surges through our body. But, what happens when we live in a constant state of fear and we never open up? How do we learn to relax? Where do we turn? Where can we find living examples of opening in slow, graceful, trusting motion? Some study yoga, some tai chi. And where did these teachers find their inspiration?

shadowy face looking into fish tank with jellyfish