Connect to the Beyond

Life brings many moments when you sense the beyondness-in-your-midst, awakening
a sense that what is deepest and most true inside of you is in communion with what is
deepest and most true about our universe. Embrace these longings and listen to the
call of your wild soul.

Our Longings as Echoes of Eden

There are some things you know you were born for. When you experience them, you feel sheltered like coming home to a soul-mate, you feel joy like sparks snapping out of a campfire, you feel satisfaction like sipping your favorite wine, and you feel peace like laying on a green lawn staring at the clouds. A smile draws up from your soul, breaks across your face, and you relax...
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Reflections on his expedition to Africa: Carl Jung’s own words

Carl Jung's exploration of Kenya at age 50 brought profound engagement with its landscapes and wildlife, notably vast herds on the savanna and transformative sunrises from his camp. His experiences, capturing the essence of Africa's primal beauty and existential reflection, deeply influenced his psychological perspectives. These moments of natural splendor and personal...
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Becoming a Soulful Traveller is an art

I'm sure you've heard it said, "Please be a traveller, not a tourist." This can evoke a sense of unease, as if engaging in 'touristy' activities or conforming to a stereotypical tourist image may hinder the quest for soulful travel. It is not doing touristy things or looking like a tourist that determines whether you are travelling soulfully. So what does it mean to become a...
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A Listening Pilgrimage

This concept of a Listening Pilgrimage has become one of my core spiritual practices. This poem tries to capture the essence and spirit of the practice. I’m walking, yes, but not thinking about exercise or calories; not listening to a podcast; not praying or talking to anyone, including God. I really mean it when I say, “My feet hear the beat”. I try to walk slow enough that...
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