All things return to the One. What does the One return to? Dear Friends, As Spring, with a little help from some rain and snow here in the Front Range, begins its magical unfurling under our feet, brightens over our…
Dear Friends, During March, time will change, Winter will change its tune with signs already arriving: Magpies building their nests, owls conversing, geese in formation overhead, buds slowly fattening. Spring will arrive! It’s cheering to have daffodils indoors so eagerly…
Photograph and Watercolor by Susan Rogers’ sister-in-law, Leslie H. Carson Dear Friends, The word that comes first this month is breathe. It arises as I look at the two images above, each beautiful in its own way. The photo, on the left,…
Dear Friends, This morning I watched the coy moon climbing through the pine boughs, as sunlight crept up from behind the farther treeline, light meeting light across the darkness of dawn, and was grateful for this daily ritual, in the midst…
Dear Friends, From this morning’s meditation, Out beyond the pink geraniums, Bare branches in morning sun Sky innocent as a baby’s belly. How to let in this grace? How…
Dear Friends, Our Sitting Alone, Together retreat concluded just Sunday afternoon (the anniversary of our Refuge Retreat of last year!), and for me, it continued into packing, pulling the little blue kayak up into the house, washed and ready for…
Dear Friends, It’s a stormy morning in Voglers Cove. White capped waves even here in the cove, the small boats bouncing on their moorings, the high tide pushing seaweed into bumper-shaped mounds; and the huge elms across the street rattling…
Dear Friends, This image from inside a dandelion blossom ready to go, but not yet gone–still there, catching droplets–reminds me of this time, and of this koan about the Pang Family, our early ancestors in the Zen tradition. The Layman was…
Dear Friends, I’ve been thinking about twirling, and refuge. When I was a little girl I loved to twirl, and I loved to swing on the wooden seated swing under the tall tall tree in the woods behind the house. …
Dear Friends, Here comes July! Creek Bend is cooler than many parts of the Springs, but even here, peas and strawberries are ripe for the picking, and the sunflowers ringing the terrace are hip high. The beautiful perennials Debbie Stavish…