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Poetry In The Woods

Poetry In The Woods

For everything, there is a season. A brief moment that is dedicated to a specific essence and place in your life. 

Contemplative alertness will unveil the properties of this particular season. It will reveal the depth to which a place and time has relevance to not only this moment but to those moments that are waiting just past the horizon for you. 

This past weekend, I had the privilege to step fully out of my scattered, highly-scheduled, responsibility of the early-autumn back-to-school scuffle and into the stillness of the woods of the Pacific Northwest.

A pilgrimage of respite. 

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Dropping Busy

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Dropping Busy

Many of us become obsessed with 'doing' because we believe this defines who we are.

We 'do' all these things to try to prove that we aren't replaceable.

That we matter.

That we are important.

And not invisible.

But all this doing is clouding the real essence of who we are. We're actually losing ourselves in all the busy-ness - which ends up making us feel even more replaceable, more invisible.