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  • The High Road

    This morning a daily message suggested we ask ourselves, “Am I living according to spiritual principles?” The message continued with the principles are constant, encouraging us to ask our Higher Power how to best apply these principles today.

    I had received a five-hour Zoom link for meditation and inspiration envisioning a peaceful inauguration day, so yesterday morning early I went online to check out the schedule of the inauguration day’s events. The first entry I saw was “7:45 a.m. President and Mrs. Trump will leave the White House for the final time. He will not attend the inauguration.”

    Donald Trump was the first president not to attend his successor’s inauguration since Andrew Johnson in 1869.

    Later in the day I asked John his sense of that choice. He said he did not have any feelings about it. Asking him further though, he expressed a perception that the choice was justified because of election fraud. He also reminded me I had written that voting is sacred.

    “Even if there was voter fraud, two wrongs don’t make a right,” I said quietly.

    But this post is not about Donald Trump, or John — it is about ME and YOU and the high road.

    A few minutes later, I said aloud to John, “Intuitive yes or no.” (FYI – He is VERY good at being able to access an intuitive answer, and I often just call out to him to do so.)

    “No,” came his answer.

    I simply stated aloud the question I had held in mind for his asking this time: “Was there more fraud in this election than others.”

      Deep Spring CenterThought for Today

      Those of you who understand positive polarity are called upon to be models of positive polarity in every way possible. But it’s also how you respond when you’re alone outdoors shoveling snow, your back hurts a little, and your fingers are freezing. At that point do you start cursing at the snow or just take a deep breath and pause, saying, ‘Maybe it’s time to go in and get a cup of hot tea, look outside and see the real beauty of this snow, rest for a bit, make sure my energy field is uncontracted before I come back out and shovel, so I am not fighting with the snow but co-creating a clear path, and asking the snow to participate with me in moving aside.’ ~ Aaron

    In a rather lively conversation with friends earlier today, the question of whether or not values are universal, and what universal values might be came up. I said, “Most would rather be nourished than starving, prefer to be comfortable rather than too hot or too cold, and safe rather than in harms’ way. Perhaps we don’t all use the same words, but we do know the state.”

    Born and raised in Los Angeles, Amanda Gorman began writing at only a few years of age. At age 22, the nation’s first-ever youth poet laureate — and the youngest inaugural poet in U.S. history — read “The Hill We Climb” during the inauguration of President Joe Biden.

    I cannot swear she was looking at the exact “hill” but I can promise you, every human does know what the high road is.

    John agreed with me that Donald Trump had missed an opportunity to take the high road.

    Christians are familiar with the teaching of granting forgiveness seventy times seven, and Chapter 5 of the Epistle to the Galatians: “But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.”

    In Buddhism, the “active moment” is that point in awareness (like the baby emerging from the womb) when you know what is happening and you see the possibility of lifetimes of potentiality just beginning.

    You and I are all too familiar with how habit energy has grabbed minds and run down the dark alley of fear hundreds of times over lifetime after lifetime in the past. Perhaps habit energy will do so again at some time in the future.

    But right now, at this moment in human history, you and I can applaud the the possibility of lifetime after lifetime of potentiality and set our intention to be able to say at the end of each day, “I choose the high road.”

  • Hair


    Keep a watchful eye for spiritual materialism.
    Don’t look for a goal,
    but practice meditation nevertheless.

    Don’t try to push your ideas,
    don’t dictate,
    and don’t edit the dharma,
    the truth and the teachings.

    The dharma is yours,
    so you could relate to the dharma very simply.

    Let dharma come to you.

    If there is a conflict between you and dharma,
    if I may say so,
    it is your conflict.

    Dharma has no conflict.

    ~ Excerpted from: Milarepa: Lessons from the Life and Songs of Tibet’s Great Yogi,
    by Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche, pages 115–116

    My hair is getting so long!

    My hair brought to mind for John and me “Rapunzel,” the fairy tale by the Brothers Grimm. I had to look it up to remind myself of the details, so you might enjoy at least a refresher of the end.

    For two years the poor blind prince wandered the world, looking for Rapunzel. From morning to night he called for her, but it was no use. At last, he reached a desert. One day, he heard a beautiful voice singing. “Oh!” he thought. “I know that voice!” It was his dear Rapunzel! He went closer and closer to the voice he knew so well.

    “My prince!” called Rapunzel when she saw him. The two of them hugged tight. Two tears of joy fell into the eyes of the prince. All at once, he could see again!

    The opening quotation from Milarepa sits at a very hollow home in my heart, especially the phrase: “Don’t try to push your ideas, don’t dictate…”

    And that last line: “Dharma has no conflict.”

    I feel the subtle grasping to have our country and my world be free of conflict.

    That longing for freedom from conflict is amplified as we winter here in Florida where political signs continue to swing in the tropical breezes and the doors to restaurants and bars are wide open even as Covid cases continue to rise.

    Of course, these conditions are impermanent.

    This, too, shall pass.

    For those who are not inclined to click on the link to read the entire story of Rapunzel’s long hair, here is the end:

    And what happened next, well, I’m sure you can guess! The prince and Rapunzel went back to the kingdom where the prince lived. They were married as soon as they could. The prince became king of the land and Rapunzel became queen. The two of them lived happily ever after.

    Today, I will let the dharma come to me.

    Hair grows.

  • The Gita for Children

    Sacred Stories

    Near the end of the Zoom class, a man who had lived in India shared a great epic in which Arjuna, approaching the battlefield, saw that he would have to fight against some of his family, friends, and teachers. Questioning his role as a warrior, Arjuna put down his weapons.

    Lord Krishna tells him, “If you will not fight this righteous war, then you will fail in your duty, lose your reputation, and incur sin. … Therefore, get up with a determination to fight, O Arjuna.”

    Krishna helped Arjuna see that both the creation and the destruction are sacred.

    At the conclusion of his retelling of the epic, a woman held up a book so all in the class could see the cover.

    Excitedly pointing to Arjuna’s imagine she said, “I bought The Gita: For Children by Roopa Pai just today!”

    The Gita for Children contains this very epic the man had shared with the class….

  • “I’ll Never Bark Again!”

    Sacred Stories

    Gathered with a spiritual group on Zoom, the teacher asked us to pay attention to how we experience when we meet someone, such as walking down the street or in the hall of the facility where she lives. She said to bring to mind someone or something we find very pleasant and notice how it feels to have your energy centers (chakras) open. Set that feeling aside. Then bring someone or something to mind that we find very unpleasant and notice how it feels to have your energy centers (chakras) contract. Set that feeling aside. Then she said to step back and notice the contrast.

    “When open, my energy spirals outward…. When contracted, it spins inward and feels tight,” one member commented.

    The conversation slipped easily to old habit patterns of contracting, not being skillful, getting emotionally triggered and reacting to others and events.

    One member of the group commented that it is helpful to remember we humans, too, are mammals. When a dog gets startled or feels threatened or wants/needs something, it will bark. Barking is normal!

    So often humans judge others or ourselves as not doing it right, not being good enough, or in some way being inferior because we bark. Barking is normal for dogs and humans.

    Perhaps we will all benefit by remembering the humor in a dog’s setting an intention, “I’ll never bark again!”

    Then another member of the group asked to share something. “Here is evidence that everything is connected. I want you to see what I put in my sketch book today.”

    Here is a photo of that sketch:

    Ha! After all, dog is god spelled backwards!

  • It’s Perfect!

    It is only with the heart that one can see rightly;
    what is essential is invisible to the eye.

    ~Antoine de St. Exupéry

    Yesterday afternoon I attended Remembering Wholeness with The Mother, a divine feminine being channeled by Barbara Brodsky. The opening comments tied right in with a previous evening’s conversation about some ongoing pain. I had asked my friend to identify any way she has not befriended her body. She spoke right away: pushing her body when it was trying to get her to stop.

    Interestingly, the message I received from The Mother addressed the same dynamic for me on the emotional level.

      What is there in your heart that you have pushed aside feeling it may prevent you from coping; feeling it may diminish your strength if you hear this or that?

    The evening my dad died I went to my client’s home and did an art show.

    The afternoon my mom died I went back to Holistic Alliance and saw clients.

    The Mother closed her words to me with this phrase: It’s perfect. Perhaps not always pleasant, but perfect.

    She reminded me that nothing the heart speaks is good or bad. It is all simply movements of the heart — some more grounded in fear, some more grounded in love. “Unless you hear it all, there is not wholeness.”

    She offered encouragement: There is still some confusion that’s coming out of not deeply listening to and trusting your heart — your heart’s love, your heart’s wisdom.

    Even quoting lyrics from a Walt Whitman poem, “I Celebrate Myself, and Sing Myself,” over and over, person after person, the theme of the day was the importance of learning to cherish yourself, hear yourself, love yourself.

    As I walked alone in the dark last evening, I allowed tears to flow, saying to my heart over and over, “It’s perfect. Perhaps not always pleasant, but perfect.”

    Today, it is great-grandson, Jackson, who has my heart singing Karen Drucker’s “Gentle With Myself.”

      I will be gentle with myself
      I will be gentle with myself
      And I will hold myself like a newborn baby child
      I will be tender with my heart
      I will be tender with my heart
      And I will hold my heart like a newborn baby child
      And I will only go as fast
      As the slowest part of me feels safe to go
      I will be easy on myself
      I will be easy on myself
      And I love myself like a new born baby child
      And I will only go as fast
      As the slowest part of me feels safe to go
      I am gentle with myself
      I am gentle with myself
      And I hold myself like a new born baby child
      And I rock myself like a newborn baby child
      And I hold myself like a newborn baby child
      And I love myself like a newborn baby child
  • Repercussions and Moral Awareness

    We are all volunteers, come to awaken ourselves and all human beings. ~ Aaron

    A pithy line from the story of Joseph and his coat of many colors in the Hebrew Old Testament has been working on my heart. The story is familiar to many: Joseph, the youngest son and his father’s favorite, was given the special coat that had been (according to patriarchal tradition) owed to the eldest son. Joseph’s brothers were insulted, enraged, and vengeful. They sold Joseph into slavery and told their father Joseph had been killed.

    The karmic wheel is always turning.

    Joseph won favor with the Egyptian Pharaoh, and was put in charge of all of the stores of food. Years later, Joseph’s brothers came to Egypt desiring to buy food because of the famine. Imagine their shock to see the brother they had abused be the one in charge!

    Joseph could have justifiably responded in myriad ways, but Joseph responded from AWARENESS: As for you, you meant evil against me, but God meant it for good, to bring it about that many people should be kept alive, as they are today. ~ Genesis 50:20

    In my awareness, Joseph’s story was related to yet another covid death. Two days after our granddaughter, Courtney Ross, gave birth to our great-grandson, Jackson, her other great-grandfather died from covid-related pneumonia. RIP: George Ross.

    The mask and safe-distancing polarization…. Knowing many in that family continue to gather without precautions. I saw those as the “You meant evil.” I could also see the perfection of the timing – just a couple of days after Jackson’s birth. Many ancient cultures recognize the perfection of the coming in and passing on which happens in families.

    I could also see a gift that—being so soon after Jackson’s birth—his mom would not go to be with the extended family and take him, possibly exposing herself or him to the virus. I have been easy to tears about everything.

    Joy without sorrow would be hollow: having without losing. ~ Aaron

    My friend, Patty, recently lost her mother to covid-related heart failure. Her brother (an anti-masker) exposed Alma. Yes, she was 97, and Courtney’s grandfather was 90 — but both were fully engaged in life, both vital at those ages. Patty’s pain continued as her family was split in how to celebrate their mother’s life. Patty and some of her siblings not seeing it as responsible, made the difficult choice not to attend a large public gathering insisted on by other siblings.

    The karmic wheel of action was different for each.

    “And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.” ~ Romans 8:28

    It is possible to see the good/gift/perfection without denying the responsibility of an unwholesome action, as spoken recently in the dharma teachings: That was the first time I recognized my choices had repercussions in the world: I had the power to do good or to do harm.

    A Buddhist articulation of life describes Sila, or moral awareness, as “right view” (Eight-Fold Path): the seeing of things just as they are.

    It is said that in Hindi India the idea, “Oh, the gods willed it,” holds a lot of devotion, but not much responsibility. Regardless of what else is there, you are responsible for your choices as each choice has repercussions….

    My choice is to not give or get the coronavirus, if I can help it. Their are repercussions to every choice, such as my friend missing her mom’s funeral.

    The shadow is no less an aspect of the divine than the light.

  • 2021 – A True Spiritual Path

    Deep Spring Center
    Thought for Today
    December 31, 2020

    So often beings have a
    limited view of spiritual life
    that creates a duality in themselves,
    so that they only see themselves
    as ‘being spiritual’
    when they’re being kind and loving.

    When painful emotions arise,
    then they think,
    ‘I am no longer being spiritual.
    I should fix or get rid of these emotions
    and come back to kindness and
    then I will be spiritual.’

    But this dualistic thinking only
    enhances the fragmentation of the self and
    enhances negativity and suffering.

    To open the heart to the self,
    just as it is in this moment,
    is the true spiritual path.

    ~ Aaron

    As we turn the page on our calendar to 2021 at midnight tonight where ever you are, hindsight will be 2020. New Years has held a nostalgic space in my heart and mind for as long as I can remember, but just as 2021 offers unlimited possibilities, tomorrow is also just another day.

    What will you remember most from the past year? High on my list is the consistent kindness and generosity of our friends, Linda and Larry, consistently doing our grocery shopping for us. First, using InstaCart, and then going to the grocery store, just so we could limit our exposure to the coronavirus.

    I will remember the blessing of Zoom bringing the meditation hall into my home.

    I will also feel the sting of not going to Tennessee to visit Stacey’s family on our way home in April. Or having to tell Melody I could not do an in-person ceremony for her mom, my friend and colleague, who contracted COVID-19 while in the hospital with acute pancreatitis. Bonnie passed without Melody or Dan, Bonnie’s husband, having opportunity to be with her.

    No service of celebration of life for Fred Gibby yet either. They say it will be an ultimate hug-fest when the time is right. and Fred loves that idea!

    It is otherworldly to not have gotten to Kalamazoo to see Joel and the kitties; and very hollow that I did not unpack the office when contents were moved to the beautiful new space at Lakeshore Acupuncture.

    Immense gratitude for Barbara Brodsky and John Orr and Aaron and Jeshua (and all who help me remember who I really am) seeps deeply into every day.

    The take-out dinners and dominoes by Zoom.

    And now, Jackson Taylor Yarber, born December 28, 2020, has joined our family, and I am loving my first great-grandchild fully from Southwest Florida as he is in Tennessee. Fingers crossed it will be safe to hold him and smell him on our way back home in the spring.


    In the spring — the spring of 2021!

    It feels otherworldly to say that…

    2020 is ending.

    2021 is beginning.

    Suddenly, I am hearing a song from the musical Godspell in my head: Where are you going? Where are you going? Can you take me with you?

    Last December I was fixated on accessing a Magic Eye Wall Calendar! When I found one, I decided to gift a bunch of folks! Janis and I have ritualized the turning of the page on the first day of each month, letting the image come into view, noticing how some are very easy and others quite challenging.

    Interestingly, there will not be a Magic Eye Wall Calendar for 2021, as announced on the website: Our calendar publisher has asked us to wait until next year to publish a Magic Eye 2022 wall calendar, as printing, shipping and distribution channels have all been disrupted by Covid-19. We will not be releasing a Magic Eye 2021 wall calendar. Wishing everyone a happy & safe year!

    Janis and I have agreed to go back through each month of the 2020 Magic Eye Wall Calendar, enjoying again in 2021 what we learned in 2020.

    The missing and longing, and seeing and being. It has all been here all along.

    Here’s to 2021, a true spiritual path. It, too, has been there all along….

    “If you can see your path laid out in front of you step by step, you know it’s not your path. Your own path you make with every step you take. That’s why it’s your path.” ~ Joseph Campbell

  • Norman Hans Thor

    Sacred Stories

    It was Christmas following the passing of her husband in November.

    Searching for anything that would allow her to celebrate with their son and daughter, she settled on a three-wicked candle.


    They would each light a wick, as an expression of their continued love of him.

    But Norman Hans Thor, a near-life-sized moose, caught her attention as she passed a toy store window on her way to purchase the candle. The totally spontaneous purchase of Norman, as he is affectionately called, took over her mind completely. She forgot all about the candle in the excitement…


    Later, when she returned to town to purchase the precious candle, she was thrilled to find that it was on sale at 50% savings!

    Later, she found a Christmas candle holder that fit their special candle perfectly. Despite being totally blackened, the silver-plated holder cleaned up to reveal it’s true light.

    One of her husband’s nicknames was “Young Buck.”


    She shares, “Meeting a moose in a toy store window and finding a silver plated candle holder in the trash at a gas station is all about reminders that we are supported in every moment.”

    And the EnneaThought® for the Day (Type Six EnneaThought®) expressed this same truth:

    As you approach the start of a New Year, you can prepare for the transformation of your personality into Essence by realizing how extensively you are supported in every moment.

  • LOVE Came Down at Christmas

    I am grateful John and I had a practice run at not being physically with Stacey and her family for Christmas in 2019.

    Last year we attended a Christmas Day potluck at Pine Island Cove with Michigan friends, Linda and Fred, who also winter here in Florida.

    This year, John and I share our day with all of you in our hearts.


    Our hearts are uplifted by the truth: “We isolate this year so that when we can meet again next year no one will be missing.”

    Today, our home-away-from-home may be empty of friends and family, but my heart is full of love for each of you!

    Our hearts are filled with memories!

    Our hearts are warmed by Christmases past.

    Our hearts are nourished with the true meaning of Christmas:

      That Mary and Joseph—Mary heavy with child—traveled through the countryside.

      She was at the time of giving birth to the child.

      They found shelter, simple shelter.

      And many beings experiencing, “The light has been born! Ah… The light is back!”

      It wasn’t me, it was more that my birth opened the doorway so that the Heavenly light—the Love, the remembrance of Love—could pour through.

      What was that star? Let us metaphorically call it an opening in the dark heavens where the remembrance of light and Love could pour through—pour through to where I lay as an infant, not to highlight me but to remind humans nothing is hopeless.

      Light IS.

      Love IS.

      And it is right here.

      And it was pointing at me, but it could be pointing at any of you.

      Here is the ground of love and light.

      And the earth sang, “Halleluiah!” not for my birth but for the remembrance: LIGHT IS, LOVE IS.*

    * Jeshua, channeled by Barbara Brodsky on Christmas Eve 2020, sharing some thoughts about what Christmas means to him and how we can carry the meaning of Christmas through to our times.

  • I Am So Blessed

    Sacred Stories

    As she finished the morning yoga practice, reclining in rest pose, she began to spontaneously sing, “I am so blessed, I am so blessed, I am so blessed, I am so grateful for all that I have.”

    She grabbed her phone, did a search and came up with that single by Karen Drucker on YouTube.

    Curious, she said out loud, “Alexa, shuffle songs by Karen Drucker.”

    “Shuffling songs by Karen Drucker. Playing first, I Am So Blessed,” Alexa announced!

    May the wonder of the world find ways to guarantee that we notice….