The Sacred Within

Getting Hooked

Lightning flashed and thunder cracked. Shortly after, sirens blared, calling us inside, away from the debris sailing over our once...

On some level, we need answers. They are the guardrails for our next steps. But as we demand conclusiveness, we...

Authenticity is the thread that weaves through the entirety of my life’s work. Being authentic can mean doing the hard, persevering...

In a ten-year period, I sat with over a thousand men and women, in one-on-one coaching sessions. During that time,...

I had completely caved to clichés. Was it a last-ditch effort, or did I, too, have an axe to grind? We mirrored each...

Veiled in Heyoka’s stripes, my friend rubbed her eyes crying, “Waah, waah, waah”. She is one of those rare people who can lovingly mock others,...

In my younger years, I did not fully appreciate the play in sacred clowns; perhaps I had seen too many unhealthy ones...

One of the Native American teachings I’ve come to appreciate most is the Burden Basket. When we reach down inside...

On one day we see a tortoise and stop to examine its detail. On another, we walk into the beauty...

With two recent snows, it was hard to realize how quickly summer was approaching. My loving other and I were...

I put one hand on my heart, the other, on top of the mesa. Lying on Mother Earth, I wondered...

If waves of day-to-day reality are not crashing in on us, the tide is surely lapping over our feet. Weaving...