Writing

Roads

Write where you want to go.

Wayfinding quite simply helps you find your way. But here’s the thing: I believe with all my heart that you already know the way – it may have been lost or obscured, or just made slightly blurry – but I know you know it. My role as a Wayfinder is to help you recover it, to shine light on the path, to remove the obstacles that are blocking your line of sight. I do this through gentle – but firm – inquiry, story, and illumination of what you tell me, but might not be able to hear. I will help you get back to your essential self so that you can explore your truth and then live it with integrity.

Wayfinding quite simply helps you find your way. But here’s the thing: I believe with all my heart that you already know the way – it may have been lost or obscured, or just made slightly blurry – but I know you know it. My role as a Wayfinder is to help you recover it, to shine light on the path, to remove the obstacles that are blocking your line of sight. I do this through gentle – but firm – inquiry, story, and illumination of what you tell me, but might not be able to hear. I will help you get back to your essential self so that you can explore your truth and then live it with integrity.

Writing

Roads

Right where you want to go

From the Writing Roads Notebook

January 2, 2018 in Poem

Made Found Seen

My meditation Moves It only takes A breath Or three The feel of my body Rooting down And then It moves As if No It is That a beautiful And loving force Cups my face…
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December 13, 2017 in Poem

Wondering

Righteous or Depressed   Individual Or Isolated   Rebel Or Friendless   Artist Or Loser  
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December 2, 2017 in Poem

Cleaning up after breakfast

I find Myself Of late Doing Dishes (or Laundry Yoga Meditation Really anything)   And thinking about The Prince   It’s none of My business Really (except they publicly announced their business right to me)…
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November 20, 2017 in Poem

The dark now

I used to Be afraid This time Of year   I tried to Ignore The days Getting shorter The nights So long So dark   I was Afraid it wouldn’t stop That the solstice Wouldn’t…
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