The Maculate Gems of Indra’s Net

“We are not mere passive apertures by which an active universe perceives itself — we are fractals of that prime activity, by which the universe stages dramas that are woven seamlessly into the fabric of the Great Story we call reality. To miss or disavow these subjective aspects of the Story is to admire a forest while giving no thought to root structure or photosynthesis, and to abdicate our co-creatorship only assures that our contribution will be dull and derivative.”

Where’s Waldo Going?

Well…the mud has settled, and the right action has arisen. I’m taking the arctic plunge and moving to New York. No, not that New York. I can’t make it there. I’m a wee bit claustrophobic for the Big Apple. I know it’s still the Mecca for print writers, and I will spend a fair amount […]

Life After Betty: News from Not Two South

The work goes on. All the fellow grievers have returned home, and here I am in this suddenly empty place. I have been alone most of my adult life –both my profession and vocation call for it, and my temperament eagerly answers– but it’s strange how different that quality feels when it comes to the […]

The Peasant and the Queen? — Pez King Blog #3

I’ve been feeling self-conscious about the lack of gender balance in The Peasant and the King. In sharp contrast to Birding in the Face of Terror, which has several female characters playing prominent and heroic roles, and where the male narrators receive lessons of a feminine relational spirituality of interbeing along with the heady crown chakra […]