Dorothy and the Wizard

yellow brick roadLast night I was watching a special program about Judy Garland on public television. Judy’s role as Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, which has become the myth of our time, was the introduction to the program.

Whether Dorothy of the Wizard of Oz or Dorothy Seeger, or some other Dorothy, it doesn’t matter. The story of “Dorothy” has become embedded in America’s collective unconscious as a tale of loss, search, and empowerment.

So I will tell you my Dorothy story. Some of you will find that it is very similar to your own. That is why I am telling it. Read More…

There’s No Place Like Home

Last month we suggested that, instead of Occupying Wall Street or Hong Kong, we focus on occupying ourselves. What does “Occupy Yourself” mean? It means to live inside your own body, to live in your heart. To connect with others from the heart, and to listen to what your own Internal Guidance System is saying.

Ten years ago, I was living in Albuquerque, New Mexico, where I had moved from California to study Ayurveda. I thought it wouldn’t matter where I was living as long as I was learning something new.

It mattered.

rainbowCalifornia was my Home. From my Midwestern childhood I had dreamed of California. It was like the Emerald City in “The Wizard of Oz”. California was Over the Rainbow for me. When I was given a scholarship to go there to college, it was the fulfillment of a dream. Read More…

Occupy Yourself

We have had “Occupy Wall Street” and “Occupy Washington”, but we have never had “Occupy Yourself.” Instead, we are the ones who are occupied – by worries about money, relationships, children, work, and by the News. These worries are the terrorists who hold us hostage.

Occupy your heartWhat ransom can we pay to free ourselves? Read More…

Seize the Bubbles!

Where are your bubbles?

seize the bubblesAs we go about our daily life, there are bubbles all around us, but do we see them? Do we experience their bubbleness? Or are we too rushed, too busy thinking, too occupied with our worries, our responsibilities, our have-nots to notice them?

Fleeting moments cross our path – a black crow waddles across the road, a purple rose in a neighbor’s front yard says, “Smell me,” a cat meditates quietly on a front step, his feet curled under him, so calm, so contented. They are all bubbles floating around us. Read More…