mission statement

what did you come here to do?

i came here to remind them of earth beauty. 

high alpine lake in peru, so high you can drink out of it,lapping like a dog

high alpine lake in peru, so high you can drink out of it,lapping like a dog

cordillera blanca trek, central peru

cordillera blanca trek, central peru

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farmed terraces on the island of amantani on lake titicaca, South America

inner work flows outward in service

“is an alchemical journey wherein one’s own inner healing and service to the world join together”

I decided to try this offered assignment this evening, as it leapt out at me.

1. Take a quiet moment to read the Heart of Shakti – even if you’ve read it before, read it again with new ears and an open spirit!  2. Choose a phrase or sentence that speaks to your heart and spirit.  3. Tell us why you’re drawn to that line, and how it lives within you (or perhaps how you’re cultivating it to live in you more fully)  4. Email your response to me!  Optional step 5: Also include an image that either harnesses that line, or just a beautiful picture of nature that you love. We’ll be putting the line you chose on that image to post on Facebook.

2. phrase above.

3. i’m drawn to this line first off because of the word alchemy. i think of alchemy as a magical process merging disparate things in order to produce something in their synergy, something that before wasn’t there or even thought of. also because i see inner healing as alchemical – to take pain, discomfort, uncertainty, chaos and from that create beauty, understanding, love, joy, faith is an alchemical act of power. it takes strength, focus, determined attention to do this. in this stage of my life, this is what i feel i am called to: to join my inner work with the service that i offer the world.

5.

ini juggling his flower sticks ; air alchemy with body, mind, spirit, flower stick

ini juggling his flower sticks ; air alchemy with body, mind, spirit, flower stick

home

ini wiht cherimoya

“Never make your home a place. Make a home for yourself inside your own head. You’ll find what you need to furnish it – memory, friends you can trust, love of learning, and other such things. That way it will go with you wherever you journey.” ~ Tad Williams

wild flower wisdom

wild flower wisdom

Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to your life? Since you cannot do this very little thing, why do you worry about the rest? Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.

New blog : Natural Healing Tinea Versicolor

New blog : Natural Healing Tinea Versicolor

hey friends! i’ve started a new blog today & made my first post.

~ http://naturalhealingtineaversicolor.wordpress.com/ ~

for three years now i’ve had a little rash (composed of a fungus ~ tinea versicolor~ which exists on all of our skins, but which can get out of control on some skins & be annoying and sometimes unsightly or itchy!). there’s not a lot of clear data on the internet for how to use natural / home remedies to remedy or prevent it (and conclusive research is that it’s impossible to prevent! what?! i’m going to try to see if i can disprove that one!).

a lot of sites will say, “you can use this or that (insert natural remedy),” but don’t give real data on if it works or how to use it. so i’m creating a blog where i experiment with what works for me & this information will be shared to benefit other people. perhaps you have tinea versicolor pop up on your skin in the summertime or know someone who does – what has worked for you?

i hope you’ll come over & visit my blog or share it with a friend who would do well to connect with it/me. it’s a very common skin infection; you may be surprised! thanks! ❤ wren

writing space; living in place

i write when i am on the move. when i ride my bike. when i used to have an iphone (that hadn’t been “rained out”), i’d write on the go, anywhere i was. i remember once leaving a friend’s house on my bike & on my way back into town, i stopped in a cemetery to breathe, to take life in & slow down and as i sat beneath a tree overlooking the graves the sharp contrast between the living & the dying prompting me toward life a small bird came and perched on my head. as this was years ago now, i can’t remember what type of bird it was; a simple cemetery sitter, maybe a common nuthatch.

bike tour resting at an ecovillage; tons of fodder for writing there!

bike tour resting at an ecovillage; tons of fodder for writing there!

i write on the go on the move and when i am still & when i am confused. i write inspiredly & i write to make sense of things. i write to prod & i write when my thoughts & emotions are like a vast savannah laid out before me, everything plain to see.

i write to bring my own bird into flight. to free myself from my self-imposed cages.

fly into the light

fly into the light

i write to be my own desert oasis.

oasis at joshua tree

oasis at joshua tree

thanks, daily post.