What is Darshan?

Darshan is derived from the Sanskrit, darsana, meaning “sight,” “vision” or “appearance.” In Hinduism, darshan is the act of beholding a deity, divine person, sacred object or natural spectacle, especially in a physical image form.

The poet, Gary Snyder, has given a naturalistic meaning to darshan:

“It’s a gift; it’s like there’s a moment in which the thing is ready to let you see it. In India, this is called darshan. Darshan means getting a view, and if the clouds blow away, as they did once for me, and you get a view of the Himalayas from the foothills, an Indian person would say, ‘Ah, the Himalayas are giving you their darshan’; they’re letting you have their view. This comfortable, really deep way of getting a sense of something takes time. It doesn’t show itself to you right away. It isn’t even necessary to know the names of things the way a botanist would. It’s more important to be aware of the ‘suchness’ of the thing; it’s a reality. It’s also a source of a certain kind of inspiration for creativity. I see it in the work of Georgia O’Keefe.

Peace In The Midst of Chaos

My husband started cardio rehab. It’s an involved three-month process with classes, teachings, daily blood sugar and blood pressure checks and an individualized exercise program. Cardiologists, nutritionists, scientific exercise professionals and nurses teach the classes.

With everything going on with hearts, health, my daughter starting grad school, birthdays, a friend’s illness, the death of a pet, a litter of kittens, weight loss, exercise programs, a nasty arthritis flare and endless appointments, I’ve struggled to find time to write.

I let go of having to write at my desk. I now write in my car, kitchen, garage, on my back-porch but mostly in waiting rooms. I record thoughts and ideas when I’m walking.

In the past I never felt productive unless I was writing at my desk and behind a door–preferably a locked one. And the room had to be the right temperature, tea and cookies on the right side of my desk, my cell phone on the left and a cat on my lap. I no longer care. It’s actually been freeing. I find myself staying in the role of writer throughout the day.

My husband and I decided I did not need to be present for the workout aspect. After the classes I left to find a quiet area so I could write. I discovered a little room with a sliding frosted glass door, a long empty desk and floor to ceiling windows that looked out over the pink flowering trees. I had two hours to myself. I was surrounded by beauty, stillness and words. I experienced it like an unexpected gift–it was exactly what I needed. I plan on using it as my office for the next three months. I don’t know if the room will eventually be claimed but for now it’s my retreat.


I am currently engaged with an ongoing search as to how to stay sane under this current administration. Learning, expanding and taking care of myself seem to help. The following two things are not connected to my blog post in anyway but I wanted to share them.

I listened to a Podcast today by Julie Brown Yau (#91) while working out. (I am learning to manage my time).  Anyway—I thought maybe someone out there might find it helpful. I know I did. It’s about rage and trauma and how to transform energies for healing.

I also liked this article on social justice. It is packed full of insight. It helped me deepen my understanding of issues I am currently interested in.



Leaving The Dust Bowl

Ever since Trump took office my creativity has had as much moisture as the dust bowl. My writing has been reduced to endless tweets that get angrier every time I post. Finally, spring has arrived and along with it some moisture. Things feel less restricted and my creativity has started to flow. I feel a strong pull to explore internal and external landscapes that are richer–greener. Less scorched.

I am working on a new book. It’s memoirish and experimental. It’s about Mothers, The Divine Mother and some of my experiences on a Shakti Path. I will post updates as it unfolds.

Over the years I’ve started and ended several blogs. Some fared better than others. Since a new book is taking shape, I thought it would be a good idea to create and keep a blog. In hopes of longevity, I am not going to hold myself to a certain schedule or number of posts in a week. I am going to free myself and focus on falling in love again with words and how they look on the page and feel on my tongue. I am enjoying the newness of spring, the feeling of rebirth and renewal as everything wakes up. I want to bring this newness to how I engage with blogging, writing, crafting stories and communicating.