Full Body Listening: Reflections on Life, Healing and the Ecozoic
I Am Full
The January weather of Nova Scotia has gone from a balmy mild wind to snow and frigid cold, so sharp it makes my lungs take notice. Inside at the Fresh Start, our group, led happily by me, delved deeply into gaining expertise in therapeutic skills using Full Body Presence: Grounding and Healthy Boundaries.
World Class Continuing Education at Body Therapy Institute
Full Body Presence, cutting edge, somatic training at Body Therapy Institute, October, 25-26, 2012.
Love in the Cosmos
Trout lilies leaves and the first spring beauties are out! From our yard we listen to the insistent calling of chorus frogs from the wetlands behind our house.
Close to the Earth
I’m loving the views of the Earth from two Iredell County friends, as they scout the woods and fields and local venues with their cameras.
An Evening With Thomas Berry
I sat in the audience, the autumn night cool, during Piedmont Bioregional Institute’s conference at Camp New Hope, listening and scribbling. The cadence of Thomas’s words, his resonant voice, even in his elder years always mesmerized me.
The Work That Heals
Meeting Joanna Macy, author, activist and teacher, has been on my bucket list for the last twenty years, ever since I read her collaboratively authored book, Thinking Like A Mountain. I was not disappointed.
When the Old Becomes the New
On a recent visit to the beautiful mountain town of Asheville, a friend loaned me a book by Cynthia Bourgeault that she said, “changed her life.”
Erosion in Our Lives
On the woodsy downhill trail to my favorite swimming spot, I overheard a query from a father to his young daughter, “do you know about erosion?”
"Being Love Now"
It’s happening again. Visiting an opening at the Eno Gallery in Hillsborough, with artwork by Nancy Tuttle May, opened the doorway for my hopscotch-style inner musings . . .
House of Life
I went to an art opening recently in historic downtown Hillsborough to see a series of vibrant paintings, by my friend Melissa Miller, entitled Places We Come From. . . . .