Sue Schuerman
“Listen! In the earth, the seeds are stirring and making noise, like the birds whose song has been silenced by winter. Now the snow is being devoured by sun, our elder, and in the branches, the persistence of our prayers is bringing the birds to life.” Nancy Wood, Shaman Circle Connecting with Sacred Spring Energy... Continue Reading →
My earliest companion was the natural world. Ocean, sand, orange trees, seashells, sea gulls, and chameleons—all spoke to me in a language that I didn’t understand at the time. Sixty years later I’m just beginning to comprehend the wisdom these natural teachers have to offer. Under the dappled shade of orange trees, behind my grandparents’... Continue Reading →
Terra Divina is like reading the language of creation through birdsong, waves lapping the shore, whispers of wind through willow trees. My favorite "Place" is what I dubbed the Pine Cathedral. It reminds me of a church without walls. Golden sun seeping through branches is the bell tower calling forest critters to join the celebration.... Continue Reading →
We are deep in the heart of darkness. Winter Solstice invites us to pause, savor Earth’s hush, and turn to the light within. In the words of David Whyte from his poem, Sweet Darkness, “The dark will be your home tonight. The night will give you a horizon further than you can see.” My ideal horizon... Continue Reading →
(What animal would you return as?) Leaping through the thresholdof two worlds,dolphins catapult past the boundary of a watery universe,briefly suspended in their Otherworldof invisible currents.Aerialists twist, spin, free fall. Exuberant joy. Mother and calves glide in perfect sync.Click and whistle in a secret language.Pulse of the sea beckonsin surging waves.Silver sailors disappearinto swaths of blue. I, too, want... Continue Reading →
May your warm breeze Awaken the wildness in me. Lift my spirit into carefree flight And stretch me to the light.
"Each time you read a book, a tree smiles knowing there is life after death." Unknown
May the song of compassion ring louder than the din of hatred. May we live in a world where generosity overcomes selfishness. May our dark times and times of light so entwine that they become one and illuminate the way forward. May we know when to tenaciously cling to what is important and when to... Continue Reading →
May the Ancient One cradle and nourish you.
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