Early Spring in the northeast presents a bare and leafless landscape, a clean slate. There is a quiet emptiness, as we sit in the balance between dark and light, between what was and what will be.
The forest floor exposes the remains of limbs and trees that were not strong enough to withstand winter’s storms. The buds that have waited patiently on the branches now take heart in these moment when forces coalesce to support expansion. We have the ability for just a short time longer, to effortlessly see a clear distance into the forest, without the distraction of proliferation.
Nature’s outer movements directly affect the inner planes of human consciousness. In this stillness between letting go and letting come, there is potential for profound presence.
Our addiction to drama and our discomfort with nothingness may mistakenly cause us to rush to fill these spaces. But, have you ever hung out in the empty beauty of no breath, the subtle moment between exhale and inhale?
As we make the transition to higher levels of consciousness, we need more than ever these periods of conscious dropping down into silent, restful allowing.
We want to consider carefully how we dispense our precious energy. This is not a time to go back to sleep, nor waste our energy clinging to a dying past.
It is a time for allowing clarity and burgeoning consciousness, and as Rilke describes, our ‘true power to come forth like a shoot, a force of nature, no pushing and no holding back’ …



“Late by myself, in the boat of myself.
Our creative and generative powers are unlimited and yet we live largely unconsciousness of them. We create our own universe as we go along and are only just beginning to know how to harness this for our well being.
In observing our own breath, we can witness the intimate relationship we have with life. I see it as an exchange analogous to that of lover and beloved. Each inhale is an invitation from life, a call to union. Each exhale is my reply, an acceptance of this invitation and an offering of my spirit. Tuning into this music which is occurring within us at all times, is like listening to the continual tender dialogue between lovers.
Whether in our personal, financial, professional or spiritual lives, most of us can identify areas where we consistently struggle, experience road blocks and undesirable outcomes. We may desire a certain reality, even work diligently toward it, but not be able to figure out what is stopping us from manifesting our dreams. Often an unresolved aspect of our child consciousness is responsible.
Most of us have a strong desire for something in our life that we have not yet been able to manifest, in spite of our most fervent efforts.
In these dark days before the Winter Solstice, our spirit naturally hovers nearer to its own light. Reinforced by the extended nights, we have an enhanced opportunity to still ourselves and explore our innermost terrain.

Nothing material lasts, nor provides lasting fulfillment. When we stake our sense of self in the temporal forms of this world, we are tossed about in the sea of constant change – the interminable cycles of birth, growth, fulfillment, dissolution and death.
One of the great liabilities of being human is that we continually hook our identity and our expectations for fulfillment into forms outside of ourselves.
