What does beauty have to do with truth? An awful lot, I think. I have a feeling to really sense the Truth of something, we must reconnect it to its long lost sibling, Beauty. With all the confusion around "the truth," I've found myself living in the land of "I don't know" for quite a while. Beauty may be my ticket to a more interesting part of this land.

In a world...

where humans look to nature for guidance about how to live and thrive on this beautiful earth, the flower guardians play a special role.

The essences I make for people are designed to suggest the messages/truths behind our words and feelings. I have been making essences for people for just this thing for almost 30 years. But listening for the message behind the words is much harder to do on the fly while in conversation, particularly one that evokes strong emotions.

Why do conversations seem trickier now? And what can we do about it so we can preserve our sanity?!

Mothers know their children better than anyone... most of the time. We see their goodness, their purity, and the way we watch them so closely during their early years enriches both of our lives. Attention is prayer... How powerful would it be if we were to pray to those mothers and ask them to remember us—all of humanity—as the good, pure, and whole souls we are. I think this might change the world. I really do.

This week I’ve been struck by the number of conversations I’ve had with people about a pivotal experience that happened to them when they were thirtyish. The questions I asked each of them were the same: After the experience, what did you learn? What questions were you left with? How is it playing out in your life now?

Read how reconnecting with this thread is a good idea now.

Friday mornings I usually spend time in the chair in my dining room. This morning it dawned on me that sitting in that chair on a Fridays has become an invitation to a weekly wrap-up and a theme. This week's theme was all about men and the masculine in all of us. In particular, I noticed messages about the voice of the sacred masculine in my life and in the lives of people I know. Here is what came to me: