Sunday, December 30, 2012


I love the idea of a New Year!  I love the punctuation of time! I love the ritual that allows us to mark a spot on our path and see both forward and behind us.  What has recently brought us here.  Where do we imagine we will go?

Brambles last winter

It is a grand time to take ourselves out the front door in search of some natural space.  When we exit our indoor lives, we are immediately given a perspective different from that of our egocentric attentions.  It is so easy, and surely necessary at times to delve into the small acts of business that organize our rooms, our desks, our work and lives.  But this ritual of a New Year brings some release from the routines that  we lean into and allow to define us over time.
The winter sun sets behind white hills, snowy fields, and a farm gate.

Find your walk.  Find a place that allows you to leave your human business behind you for a moment and immerse yourself in a new perspective.  Invite inspirations and welcome contemplations about your place in the world.    Where do you fit in this larger world?  Is there a path calling you into the deep wood of your own adventures?  What lessons are waiting for you in the new year?  What joys and understandings.

Like each tree and cloud, we can each find our rightful place.  Maybe it is finding that we belong where we are.  I always loved that line "Bloom where you are planted".  If we allow ourselves to wander on the road, following the light, sitting on a stump.  Letting the color, air, scent of the land enter our awareness.  Time dissolves and our hearts beat in tune to something beyond what we knew a moment ago.

The Yosemite valley after about 12 inches of fresh snow.

We have another home, beyond our bedded houses.  We belong to a bigger place. Take a walk today, and remember where that is..

Blessings for us all in the new year!

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Deep Deep Winter's Breath....Aaah!

Winter Wonderland Photo

Winter 2012

Can we just breathe?
Take in the same air that holds the geese overhead,
Or circles the Rock,
Or makes the horizon all those miles out to sea?

Can we take it deep within us
And see also that a drop of this bay water,
Has touched the shores of India
And South Africa and Scotland?

Do we know this, and can we hold it?
Wasn’t it yesterday I chanted by the Guru’s feet to the rising sun?
And later hiked to Inverness and ate Loch Salmon.
I can almost remember.

I did dream of wild dancing with my  tribe while the dingos bayed at the moon,
And when I awoke
I knew what came with the breath.

Every breath brings a moment of equilibrium,
Lilting Soltice passages where we can hold it all.
Like yoga poses when our feet do find the root to core earth
And we know we can stand like trees for decades.

These are portals where it is all possible.
This is where all is held in balance.
Infinity doors, thresholds
And there is magic.
We can do anything.

So tonight go deep,
Breathe into that flannel pillow,
Go everywhere…… dream.

B. Misty Wycoff
Los Osos, California

A meteor streaks past stars in the night sky over Stonehenge in Salisbury Plain, southern England August 12, 2010. The Perseid meteor shower is sparked every August when the Earth passes through a stream of space debris left by comet Swift-Tuttle. Picture taken using a long exposure. © REUTERS/Kieran Doherty