May 30, 2016
Today, I visited a favorite spot on the Appalachian Trail -Spy Rock, Virginia. It sports a 360 degree view atop a 40′ boulder scramble. I’ve had many a visit here in the past six summers when I worked in this section as a ridgerunner. This time I came as a day-hiker with no mission to educate anyone.

I couldn’t pass up the chance to remove a few firerings to preserve the untrammeled appearance of the place, but that was it.

Beauty, space, and freedom to move – that’s what the place evokes! Let the colors flow the same! All is well!


In joy,



May 29, 2016
The green here in Montebello, Virginia, is vast and encompassing! Nonsenses immersion feels truly immersed, if that’s even a word.
Forest life is so incredibly lush and vibrant, water enabling uncountable broad leaves, ferns, mushrooms, and flowers to fill the landscape with a dense curtain of green. 

Vibrance abounds!

In joy,

Moving On


May 28, 2016
I guess “S” for “Sebastian” is what the feeling of movement made! John and I left the baby grandson in Charleston, SC late this morning – after just one more hour of babysitting so my son could mow the lawn. Mom was at “an appointment” that was revealed on FB as a hair salon visit. I love how they are being generous to themselves!!

As usual, my three-day visit gave me daily opportunities to have feelings and judgements bubble up, more chances to notice those beliefs and Old Stories that let me me separate from others.

After ten years of using the tools of Radical Forgiveness I can actually notice the feelings and judgements – and love myself for having them!  Yahoo!

I can now love myself for parenting MY way of doing the mothering myself, excluding my husband and other potential caretakers by doing 100% of the nursing, homemaking, and infant care. I can now love myself for being “right” about my way and then blaming my ex for being distant from the boys. I thank him for doing this healing dance with and for me!

I honor my children for choosing their own way of shared parenting and community-building so they can continue their own work while raising a wonderful child.

And now, I move on! I move on to express myself as a walking radical forgiveness coach!

I step joyfully and diligently into my job as host of HeartSinging Walk Community! Creating a space for courageous heartsingers  to design radiantly fulfilling walks of the Appalachian Trail.

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In joy,

Mississippi River Delta


May 23, 2016
This Nonsenses Immersion emerged over the miles between Baton Rouge, Louisiana, and beyond New Orleans.

Another city goes by without stopping to visit a friend. This time its Carla, an Appalachian Trail friend and coaching colleague. A hello text message suffices for this time. My life certainly has provided me with lots of friends! 

Color flows onto the paper between looks at the luminous NOLA. I reflect on Hurricane Katrina, the fury here 10+ years ago. I think about Maria Maria and her Katrina story that she shifted during a Forgiveness Walk in Atlanta in 2011. My work is valuable! It even touches this place with healing and forgiveness.
Forgiving Hurricane Katrina

A rainbow of wholeness, balance, and beauty imbues my reflection.

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In joy,

Lush Green


May 22, 2016
Nonsenses Immersion coincides today with driving in the wetlands of southwest Louisiana! So much green! The green is dotted and accented with yellow, orange, and red. Blue and purple hover as heavy, gray moisture in the sky above.

I notice that in my search for each color in the landscape that the wholeness of Life becomes evident. If all the colors of wholeness can be found in each landscape, then why not in each of my own moments?

I allow it.
I accept it.
I embrace it.

Where do you find wholeness? Please share your answer here.

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In joy,



May 21, 2016
I realized that my colored pencils are watercolor pencils! Well, not the yellow, actually. That made the blending uneven.

This reminds me of adjusting preferences in life. When something is important, I figure out how to do it within various circumstances. That may require adjusting details, methods, tools, timing. The essence or value of the habit remains, or even expands, as it is incorporated in a new setting.

As I think of examples, I’m coming up with a long list!
☆ Getting whole grains in various living situations
☆ Staying in touch with significant people while hiking
☆ Walking in Nature in various homes
☆ Cooking, washing, etc. on trail and also in different houses and living situations

Perhaps the basic lesson from this is that being comfortable with adjusting the details of lifestyle preferences is a good foundation for a fulfilling nomadic lifestyle!

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May 20, 2016
We have one day in Big Bend National Park. Color adorns the mountains and the badlands. What if I paint the Nonsenses colors suggested by the landscape?

The emotional landscape also provides space for dancing as well. I’m uneasy with John’s style of exploring in constant motion. I prefer making fewer stops for a longer, reflective experience. I realize  that I’m playing out an old story of being alone, being separate, needing to ignore my own needs to accommodate his.

This time, I’m aware of the dance, yet still attached to that old story.  Although I’m able to calmly maintain my request to stay in one place for a 20-minute Nonsenses Immersion, a silent voice is saying, “Your needs don’t matter, just do what he wants.”

He stops. “You can do your paintng here.”

My Old Story ego is satisfied with his dispassionate accommodation.  Whew! I can get what I want, but with resistance.

I get out my supplies, choose a spot. Colors! In the landscape before me, they are all there. True, the shades are dark or muted, but all seven colors of my Nonsenses spectrum are there.

I turn on the tones app and dip into my tiny pot of red. “Lammm,” the monks sing. Ahh. I am immersed, relaxed, balanced, exhilarated. As you can see, the painting is a rather bold depiction of a natural desert scene, but that connection with my environment imbues my body with ease.

I feel open, accepted, accepting. We drive on. John says, “I’m glad you did your painting.”

I have stepped into a New Story that my needs matter in a fulfilling relationship.

Fan Mail

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In joy,



May 17, 2016

Nonsenses Immersion is fun and enlivening for me as the liquid paint colors flow and blend on paper. Traveling in a car, however, motivates me to adapt the exercise with a more portable medium – colored pencils!



May 16, 2016
Why does it matter to me so much that I feel balance and ease and beauty on the trail? I’m reading the blog of a woman hiking the Pacific Crest Trail. Her feet hurt. It’s hot. She thinks she has to walk further every day. She lost her first toenail and believes that just goes with the territory. Snakes. Poison oak. Poodle Dog Bush.
Her  writing is alluring because I keep wondering how much worse it can get. Cold. Dirt. Fog. And all of it is baneful, and somehow necessary for pushing through.

Where is the beauty? Why not learn to breathe and meet the mountains? Walk a distance that feels good? Must it be a battle, an ordeal, a lonely, hellish march?

That’s not what I want my long walks to be, and yes, I have had tired feet and focused on making miles. I don’t see much point in walking 12 hours a day except to revel in Nature, however. For me, the athletic part is purely in service of drinking in one more view, another forest, another mountain.

Maybe this is all easy to say while sitting at home, and yet I’ve been where she’s suffering. I walked her hot stretch in the cool of the night marveling at yellow flowers lit by a brilliant full moon. I paced my steps and breathed to let the long climbs unfold like meditations, singing or reciting poetry. I want walking to be a fulfilling, enlivening way to move between heaven and earth, blending myself with the Oneness of everything.

That’s HeartSinging Walk. I believe it and strive for it.