Archive for August 2014

A note from Carl: Good morning! What a beautiful late summer/ early fall morning with colors changing in the canyons. I find myself needing layers of fleece for morning coffee on the porch. I appreciate the nuances and changes of all seasons, but the transition into fall is one that is most satisfying for me.…

A note from Erin: This morning, a line from a Mary Oliver poem comes to mind. “I am so distant from the hope of myself, in which I have goodness, and discernment, and never hurry through the world but walk slowly, and bow often.” I’m having one of those days. Reintegration after a week of…

A note from Carl: Good Morning! Last week I was walking in a canyon, and out of my peripheral view I saw a giant shadow passing through the sky- I paused. I turned toward it. Was it a visitation from a hawk? An eagle? Hawks evoke for me, a special connection with my father, perhaps…

A note from Erin: “The role of a fully realized human being,” Meade says, “is to arrive at the door of death having become oneself.” I love this quote from Michael Meade. He continues in an interview that was featured in the Sun Magazine, “To become nobody but yourself, to struggle against the tide of…