I was backpacking alone in Utah, carrying a huge pack on my skinny hips that looked like raw meat. I felt invincible, capable, with every step validating that there is nothing I can’t do. I loved it! That was many years ago.Read More
The Estuary Blog
Throughout their work and lives, our staff and friends of The Estuary become inspired and do some occasional inspirational writings. We have created this blog for them to share their thoughts, writings, and feelings with you.
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"Sometimes shadows are the only light we see."
- Leo Kotke
It was my birthday.
I was at a Leo Kotke concert with my sweet husband and family. The guitar music poured over me with quiet joy and contentment. I was happy, the venue was just right, we were sitting almost in front, and it felt intimate and joyful.
Occasionally, managing e-mails and photo storage is overwhelming, and the delusion that I am succeeding at the task evaporates. During a recent bout editing three storage Clouds, I found Charlotte Kasl’s book, "If the Buddha Got Stuck: A Handbook for Change on a Spiritual Path."Read More
As I travel through plush lemony woods, I trip on life’s lemons just like anyone else. Sometimes it is comically obvious I cannot see the citrus for the forest.
Recently, I have been so overwhelmed, it seems as if part of my brain is offline. I bump into furniture which I normally navigate unharmed, and I feel like I am functioning outside of the normal timeline. I strain to consider my choices in these lemony situations, and yearn to make the proverbial lemonade. However, my juice has no sweetener. I am worn to a nub, as is my partner. Although we are ‘cup half full’ people, our cup has a leak, and I feel our lives rapidly draining out of it.Read More
Carrying a basket of striped sock monkeys and assorted stuffed animals, I grab my tea and enter the casual lounge space. The three people wait as I then settle into my seat. We gather here because one woman dared to ask for help when experiencing personal despair. Specifically, she asked us to facilitate an intensive daylong inward journey.Read More
I was searching for something. I was not sure what. It was like standing in front of a spiritual cupboard wanting “that something” I could not identify. Years and years of standing there searching to find solace for my soul.Read More
I started with the School of Healing Arts at The Estuary in 1994 – the first class; H1 - Auric Healing (it was called ‘Finding Your Gifts’). It was to be an 8 week course. I don’t remember the exact number there the first night; somewhere around 13? More?Read More