Stories from the journey towards wholeness

To be human is to belong. The word ‘belonging’ holds together the two fundamental aspects of life: Being and Longing, the longing of our Being and the being of our Longing. We need to come home to the temple of our senses. Our bodies know that they belong to life, to spirit. It’s our minds that make our lives so homeless.

—John O’Donohue

The Universe reflecting on it’s own Beauty.

The Universe reflecting on it’s own Beauty.

What We Could See…

If I could meet myself again
as a tiny little girl,
with a wide-open and unobstructed consciousness,

I would tell her to close her eyes,
and go ahead
and try to see what she could find deep within herself.

I would tell her to expect that it would be beautiful and wonderful —-
and only sometimes a little bit terrible,

and I would tell her about how even those terrible parts need to be honored and included in a careful way.

I know now that she would then be able to see
how the whole Universe was there -
with her
within her.



"I looked up into the sky yesterday.

And saw the Face of God.

That face was ever changing.

Every shape and being,

Terrible and wonderful.

I begged for forgiveness for trying to speak at all,

Yet could neither keep from singing or shouting

About the tender Mystery.

Every form is Yours, O Lord.

Today I borrow language from an ancient tradition, but only now know what it means.

The people who first wrote music to the Lord

Must have had a similar

Hidden audience with Tat glory.

To write at all of Love and Longing

Is like trying to describe a cry

For that which is most Holy.”

— Whitney Logan, 9.30.13

The Inner Life of The Body

Click the link provided for an article about healing our relationships with others through an Ayurvedic therapy called “Tarpana”. 

Some kinds of beauty can only be experienced through literal blood, sweat, and tears. #superdifficulthike #worthit

Some kinds of beauty can only be experienced through literal blood, sweat, and tears. #superdifficulthike #worthit


I want to learn how to let Love move through me unobstructed.

Believing that particular Resource is Eternally and Infinitely available.

The Alpha, the Omega, the Beginning, and the End.

Dwelling right inside of me.

Perhaps then I could freely give That which I knew could never be exhausted.



My soul says, “It’s True already, you know?”

And I can only respond, “I’m working on Remembering”.