My shoes crunched on the thick blanket of crumpled paper like leaves, then slipped occasionally due to the saturated earth underneath. I thought of earthworms and centipedes hidden below.

The sunlight tips sideways, making long shadows. The same story told twice. The old woman squats, leans back against the ancient wall selling eggs cracked open at the top so you can look in.

Embracing Emptiness

Brenda is free. She is in the no regrets zone. She is eternal.

How to catch a falling star

Life flows into our practice and the practice flows into our lives. Cultivating compassion, even when it’s hard, is the alchemy of living. It works on us like a tumbler works on gems; we come through perhaps a little worn, more polished, and more iridescent.

We are committed to honoring the natural cycle of their lives with the intention of interfering as little as possible, yet providing them with everything they need. This sanctuary prioritizes the comfort of the animals and is also educational for the people. The volunteers who come get the chance to be compassion activists. Educational programs are focused on teaching compassion and respect for all sentient beings.

Domesticated animals are in relationship with us due to us making that so. It is our duty to take care of them. I believe that a symbiotic, mutually beneficial relationship can be found between humans and animals.

A space to come together as one, a space for meditating, for educating, for saving seeds, for moving our bodies, and chanting. To gather inside this earthen structure that we have coined, The Nest.