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Spiritual Ecology

 I guess I have been dancing around this one for awhile, without even knowing. 

And my blogs and thoughts so far, while they surely have been influenced by authors, speakers, conversations and podcasts, have been my own journey. Now I see (of course!) I am not the first and I am not alone. 

I throw myself head first into Spiritual Ecology. 

Perhaps all I have said and all I have to say has already been said better than I could ever say. And yet I must document the resonance I feel with spiritual ecology. I feel found.

Here it is: "Surely we need to recognize that there is a direct relationship between our outer, physical, ecological predicament and our forgetfulness of the sacred in creation." wrote


I think my path started at the beginning, like all of us.

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