The Cosmic Detective

There are endless ways to narrate what life means to each of us and where it is headed. My version has changed as many times as my tastebuds have. Once I loved only baked beans for breakfast- once I was a hardcore atheist. Just like I could not continue eating only beans for breakfast, I too could not settle on the idea that all is random and meaningless in the big picture of things. I could be very small and insignificant, but the entire cosmos? The endless beauty of our own

It’s messy Sloppy and cringy a bit Unruly and unkempt at times No matter the pushes Or the pulls and the tugs The wrinkle never disappears, Now does it? We all see the chaos of creation- It cannot be smoothed It cannot be stretched into perfection There is no iron hot enough Nor enough steam to chase Those pesky outlaw particles Into our ideas of order But still, We can dream in bliss Sometimes we create it in art & music & movement & love It’s our homeland inspiration Wh

Early in my spiritual journey, I came across many teachers and books discussing spirit guides- divine beings that were available for guidance and wisdom to everyone. Of course I wanted to meet with my own guides as quickly as possible to help me with the horrors, joys, and questions of life. My inner skeptic was very vocal about how ridiculous this notion was, and even after many attempts of communicating with my guides through mediation or dream exercises, I felt I could not