Journey of the Heart

  It always astonishes me that every time I think I have learned something… I soon have a chance to learn it again, usually in an intensely more profound way. And so it was this past week as I was driving across the great Dallas Divide in the San Juan Mountains. It was newly spring, and the mountains were in a state of incredible change. And somehow, that change began to take place in me, too …  Wilson Mesa at the San Juan Mountains While Driving Across the Divide, It Occurred to Me by Rosemerry Trommer Perhaps when we finally see there is no point to making things look any better than they are, then whatever friction we’ve found in the world is met with rose oil and the great heavy gears cease to grind and spin with silent ease. The only sustainable plots are the ones no one has planted— ones in which flowers, grasses and trees rise up on their own. They know when to sprout, when to bloom, when to seed. Poet...

Sometimes, it can feel as though Everything is too big to grasp or handle… That either, Everything is so weighed down with significance that I can’t even begin to enter into it - that if I try to explore it, I’ll be banging my head, at each corner, on religious beliefs and academic theories, none of which consistently correlate with each other or my own experiences… Or, that significance is a misnomer; that there is no significance other than that which I create for myself and that I am so tiny - so in significant - that I might as well not bother at all. When these feelings become unbearable, or even just tiresome, I try to look at the Blips. Things that happen that make life wonderful and beautiful, regardless of all the huge things, or all the tiny things, all the unknowables and the arguments - things like morning coffee, good books, smiles, birdsong… Sometimes, what gets me through isn’t a constant stream of marvelous epiphanies, or deep reflections or profound discov...