Saturday, March 22, 2014


Love is what we are born with. Fear is what we learn. The spiritual journey is the unlearning of fear and prejudices and the acceptance of love back in our hearts. Love is the essential reality and our purpose on earth. To be consciously aware of it, to experience love in ourselves and others, is the meaning of life. Meaning does not lie in things. Meaning lies in us.
~Marianne Williamson


“Every time you are tempted to react in the same old way, ask if you want to be a prisoner of the past, or a pioneer of the future.”
~Deepak Chopra.

Sunday, March 16, 2014


Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.

-David Wagoner

Friday, March 14, 2014

Qigong session begins Saturday March 15

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Monday, March 10, 2014

Yoga's in the house!

greenhouse...Yoga at the Potawatomi Conservatory meets Saturdays 9-10:15am

Thursday, March 6, 2014


Of Love

I have been in love more times than one,
thank the Lord. Sometimes it was lasting
whether active or not. Sometimes
it was all but ephemeral, maybe only
an afternoon, but not less real for that.
They stay in my mind, these beautiful people,
or anyway beautiful people to me, of which
there are so many. You, and you, and you,
whom I had the fortune to meet, or maybe
missed. Love, love, love, it was the
core of my life, from which, of course, comes
the word for the heart. And, oh, have I mentioned
that some of them were men and some were women
and some — now carry my revelation with you —
were trees. Or places. Or music flying above
the names of their makers. Or clouds, or the sun
which was the first, and the best, the most
loyal for certain, who looked so faithfully into
my eyes, every morning. So I imagine
such love of the world — its fervency, its shining, its
innocence and hunger to give of itself — I imagine
this is how it began.
~Mary Oliver

Tuesday, March 4, 2014


I pray to the birds because
I believe they will carry the messages of my heart upward.

I pray to them because
I believe in their existence,
the way their songs begin and end each day
the invocations and benedictions of the Earth.
I pray to the birds because they remind me of what I love
 rather than what I fear.
And at the end of my prayers,
they teach me how to listen.
~Terry Tempest