Monday, December 28, 2009

Winter as time for Being

The light is returning yet our energy may seem sapped or drained out of us. Many of us feel pretty tuckered out by this point in the season and some of us crash, physically (sickness, sugar) or emotionally. This season can be a time of harvesting the fruits of the year by simple spending time "doing" nothing, that is, by "being" for a day or two. Do you notice the body calling you to just rest, to lean into the winter "blanket"?

For me, this is when naps and creativity take more front and center. These seemingly "unproductive" activities can mean loads of space for something new to grow in the next season or at least a chance to let the soil take a much needed breather!

Go take a walk and see what nature is doing, (or being!).
Write a journal entry or a poem about where you at this time of year.
Sing or paint, create a meal which is nourishing.
What else might fit into "being" activity for you?

Question for meditating upon this season of New Light, new beginnings:

What if you saw your life as largely un -charted territory…
with infinite choices
that could each be lived "in the light," with divine inspiration at your back?

Monday, December 21, 2009

December Haiku

Winter Frost,
Two nights,

Full moon,
Shining on Lawn:
Shortest days, Longest wait.

For my ally is ... (May the light be with you!)

Today is the Solstice: the first day of winter yet marks the beginning of light returning and longer days a burning.
Isn't that just like life?
The first day of the (often) most dreaded season and yet a new beginning for the Light, that fiery glow on the horizon which makes life possible here on earth. "Light," by the way, is the most prominant positive image of the Divine which is shared in spiritual traditions worldwide.

I offer a snippet of conversation heard on the street in NW: "Isn't it great the sun came out today - I need that light -vitamin D -bring it on! "so tell me, HOW ARE YOU??"

What if we said when people asked this common question: "Ah, I am glad you asked. the Light is my ally. When I am feeling myself IN the light, connected to the light (Divine, God, etc.) my whole being is well. I am well, right here and now, thank you."
The ancient Yule, welcoming the light, was a communal practice in the British Isles, a community celebrating for days in just this kind of spirit! Maybe you are like me: I sure like to fill myself with food and glittery trees and presents for the holidays. Yet I wonder: what if I focused my gaze each morning before all this holydays/holi-daze on answering this question:
Who is my ally?

What if we thought not of a person, or an image (of God), nor a concept only (Love) but a felt experience...
Another way to ask this might be: What is the primary ally which gives life, (and is not the sun or the earth) but the force behind the light, the Source and essence behind all of life? What might that be, for you?

Any one of us might answer this with a million different responses or descriptions. Today, my answer would be: "the Light or the Force." This, for me, draws and sustains my essence, even when I am not aware. This is my primary relationship, winter and summer, pain of loss or joy of just being alive in a forest. This is what is behind a mass of people across the planet feel moved by films and stories such as Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter: "The Force," "and magic are just other images for this all-pervading, life-sustaining energy which comes from ... that which made us. "The Force be with you" was director George Lucas just slipping in a different word for the first greeting the catholic priest gives at Mass: "The Lord be with You." It is curious that when the census asks for "religion practiced" hundreds of thousands say "Jedi/the Force." As a teacher of comparative religion this is essentialy the same as saying, in the East, the Tao (Ying Yang), and the West, the (Holy) Spirit. Thus, its not just a silly movie or a new moder myth, its pointing to something people have experienced as real for ten thousand years.

Yoda, the little Jedi master/teacher in Star Wars 6 movies, says it like this :

"For my ally is the Force, and a powerful ally it is. Life creates it, makes it grow. Its energy surrounds us and binds us. Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter. You must feel the Force around you; here, between you, me, the tree, the rock, everywhere, yes."

There will always be this movement toward balance: light and dark, emergence and shadow, life and death, ending and new beginning. This is happening to us all, individually and collectively. This is happening to me at present, if I take a moment to sit, settle and notice the movements in my life. Or stop in a church or sacred temple for five minutes. Or "treat" myself to a massage, other treatment such acupuncture/cranial sacred/alternative medicine. All of these "alternative" modalities are about balance; and compliment western medicine beautifully because of this primary focus. Opening myself to these many ways of finding balance have also opened up my image of God -- and allowed the Light -- to show me how the real God works...

A student at the Seattle Institute for Oriental medicine looked at my website and wrote, it seems you are "Forging a new path in relatively unaddressed field …" Whatever that field might be called, for me, it must always come back to the source -- experience and relationship to deepest connection in life. When i write haiku I notice "the Force" meditates me, that is, flows through me into words on a page. Experience becomes form. Life speaks, through me, as it were. On Christmas day I will post a few of these peaches (or mangoes?). Scroll down to earlier posts for to taste poems ripened on my tree -- from last year in Thailand and this year in the Northwest.


Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Meditation from new audio CD "Resting in God"

In these darkest days before the Light returns
what if :
you gave yourself a gift
of a quiet moment,
to sit on our favorite chair,
to breathe,
to sink into
the moment,
take a break
from the busy-ness
of holi-daze ...
read this meditation aloud or
as you wish...
Be Still …
Be Found.

Still …

Be . . .
Be . . .
Home ...

Be … with

Be Freed . . .
from suffering…
constant movement,
response, reaction.

Be released . . .
from seeking,
for a moment.

Let yourself
be found . . .
as you are.

Be still
and Know . . .
that you
are found

In the Heart
of Love.



Timothy J. Malone, © 2009

Monday, December 7, 2009

From Outer space to Exploring Inner space

From Outer space to Inner space: "to boldly go where ..." “

I love “outer space” and the limitless imagination of authors and filmmakers to dream of what the future might be, at its best for all humanity. Hearing my musing a friend of mine noted, “its seems to me that you help people explore inner space.”

I could not deny the accuracy of this image and the call of deep within me to / walk with others as they unfold more and more authentically on the journey we name Life.

"Spiritual direction" is the field of Spirituality in which one person accompanies another on their spiritual journey with the explicit intention of supporting that "Life unfolding in each person." click on the link below to continue reading this about this passion and call for my life as I meet with around 10 people a month in person and via skype as far as Colorado and Costa Rica ...

Review of the new CD Resting in God, (Resting in Silence):

“I listened to your CD in my car while I am driving. It’s such a precious jewel that you have made, a wonderful gift you have put out into the world. I am really glad to have received it.” Dr. Spring Cheng, JourneyDance and Joyful

Monday, November 30, 2009

Be Filled with Light

Mondays will no longer be a "blah" day but a "BLOG" day!

As Autumn seems to have been usurped by coming Winter yet still there are four apples hanging onto one bare tree (mostly nibbled by passerbyers!) I offer these poems written in quiet moments on the estate. This season of gathering darkness can be one where we follow the rhythms of nature into more interior silence and rest -- or follow another driving force of our own nature. Four tuesdays in December are highlighted below as a way to welcome our longing for light. It is a contemplative way through dimmed sacred space and simple chant which may leads us to our song of our soul.
(and to writing haiku of our own!)

More poems to remember Summer and Autumn:

1. Haiku: Song of the Gathering

Bird symphony above the path,
Trees rustle, berry drops:
Winter closing in.

2. Summer to Autumn:

Ode to winged ones in search of seed:
So much on the vine.
Is that why you are flying,
to and fro,
at such speed,
Gleeful at first light
of dawn for the gifts
brought on
by summer’s baking long?

3. Haiku: “New Growth”

Planted softly here
Watered with care, Blossom

4. Haiku: “Released

Awake, Freed from longing;
At rest, in God, like a babe
In Mother’s womb.

5. Haiku: Still Life with ____ (or are they kissing?)

Ripe yellow Pear leans
on Spiral Conch Seashell:
Tabletop tenderness.


Featuring original poems & songs
and Chant

from Taize monastery, France
Come to one, Come to all. Open to all faiths.

Tuesdays, December 1, 8*, 15, 22
Time:7:00 - 9:00 pm (*Except Dec. 8, begins 8:00 pm)

Where: St. Francis of Assisi Main Sanctuary,
15226 21st Avenue SW, Burien 98166 206.985.4338

A participatory Experience Facilitated with musical accompaniment by Timothy Malone, M.DivEach evening come into contemplative space, with votive candles andicons. Enter the silence, follow the chant with your voice, weak or strong, whether carrying grief or in joy … Connect with your Soul.

Free will donation. Cd's available for purchase.




Visiting 5 different houses of worship in King County area, Including a Mosque, SIX WEEKS, APRIL 13- MAY 18, 2010 !

NEW CD is here!!-- Light and warmth to you!!

Mondays will no longer be a "blah" day but a "BLOG" day. click here for weekly writings and meditations: go to

Monday, November 23, 2009

autumn haiku -- for you

Autumn Haiku

1. Gold carpeted street:
Autumns’ parting gift –
pine needles released.

2. “Rain Meditation”

So Quiet: chorus
of tap, tap, tap, gentle drum,
constant hum, as one.

3. One last ( gigantic) Pear
Clinging to the vine:
One final taste,
Harvest, 2009.

4. Sigh at Summer’s end:
Apples lie like dew on grass,
reflect glories past.

****All draft poems Copywrite @ 2009 Timothy J. Malone.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Sabbatical complete, a new season begins


I am back in the groove this Autumn; ready to enter a new season which include resuming this blog as a space for creativity and spirituality, poetry and explorations of important themes in our day. is my website and lists upcoming events as well as how to order my new

NEW audio CD, "Resting in Silence, Resting in God. " It is 60 minutes of Tim's voice offering support for your spiritual practice, whatever your tradition, in the form of guided meditations, mystical poetry and chant.
It was produced by my brother on the eastcoast during a series of presentations in the Philadelphia area, one of which was attended by nearly 75 people, all whom received the CD that evening to help further their practice of "praying everyday and staying with it."

MY HOPE AND DESIRE IS TO POST A POEM OR REFLECTION EVERY WEEK ON THIS SITE as a means of radiating light and inspiration in the world. I welcome your comments and also any reflections or poems/images which come to you in reading. This is OUR blog, searchers and finders in the spirit of life, flowing in and out of the wonderful energy of God.


Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Running with SHARKS !
A close encounter with a wild fin on Sanibel Island

It was a cloudy day in January on this Gulf island and even the alligators were hiding from the cold, much to my disappointment. Having cruised the wildlife refuge for a sign of the behemoths the only way to save the day was to take a walk on the beach to see if some dolphins might surface.
Parking the car and walking the private beach path to a largely deserted sunset view I began searching the surf for signs of black fins circling out about one-hundred yards. Last night I was treated to a surprise school of bottle-nosed dolphins fishing within easy view of where sand met the sea. I walked the raging surf a good clip to keep up with the five or more dolphins closest into land. It was a marvel: the paintbrush rosy sunset as backdrop for these sleek creatures parading up Sanibel islands’ coastline. Ah, perfect end to a growth filled day.
Today, however, was so far a bust – no alligators, minor sunset, cold as autumn in the NW, and no dark fins in sight. I sighed, and let go even as I cried out to dolphin community of my desire to meet again. Alas, I shook it all off and greeted the sandpipers as I strolled purposely toward some good exercise, at least!
That’s when I saw it. You know, at first your eyes catch a glint of something out of the ordinary in the water and try to make sense of it. Then I noticed evidence of this unconscious tactic: my brows furrowed, and frown on my face. Then that moment of realization: riding the surf eight feet from where the tide touches my toes was a fin. A tan colored fin. Not a big grey or black dolphin fin. It was something else. It hugged the edge of where the tide crashed in like it had a homing beacon (which it probably did). It was a fin coming out of the water as the tide came in and it was traveling about as fast as I could stride my long legs forward without running. When the tail came out of the water ever so slightly my suspicions were confirmed: it was a Shark!
By god, I asked for a dolphin and I got a shark. It was too cold for alligators but this creature was out fishing like it was born to surf under the waves. My pulse quickens. Was I supposed to be scared, and run away from shore? Don’t some sharks EAT people or at least bite them if they are swimming. My lord, this thing was not more than ten feet from me and I was not even in the water. If I was, would he bite? Nah, some deeper voice inside me quieted gulping fear.
Or was he a companion on this walk? Hmm, Was there such a thing as shark spirits to commune with? Of course the answer is yes to both, yet at that moment all I could do was go with my tremendous excitement and that inner urging saying: “Walk with him, run as he swims, keep up as he journeys. Play “follow the leader” and have a ball.” And so I did , for over a mile up the Sanibel island coastline - with wild abandon! I could taste Young blood surging in my veins all the way… but I am getting ahead of myself here. So here was my adventure:
During this whole time my goal was essentially to dance with the waves and get as close to him as I could without actually going in the water. A few times it was close, maybe a little TOO close. I wanted to see his face so bad I almost fell in - and over him - as the swells calmed enough for me to see his fin and backside. Yes, and I talked to him. Really and truly. I Called him pet names. I Gave him a ribbing when he seemed be gone like I would a buddy in a bar who was not telling me the full story of his latest encounter. What was I thinking, after all. I was walking and talking to a shark, for god sakes!
I could not keep in him out of my sight yet often in order to keep up I had to juggle running in and out of tide water surges while dodging spiny sea urchins and sandpipers feeding or flying away just over my head. The wind came up and blew my hat off a few times and had to run back to catch up, nervous I would miss him. Or a fright took me: when would he just end his fishing and that would be our time, our “moment?”
(It was thrilling, engaging, like playing hide and seek – with a crocodile. I felt just safe enough, yet riveted to the screen, which was the lenses in my glasses. )
An older couple walking past me in the fading light greeted me serenely and than I pointed to the water, and said “that ain’t no dolphin, eh?” The woman looked aghast, the man interested and in broken german accent said something as he nodded his head and walked along same way a few paces. Than they were gone as the commitment to keep up was too much. I wondered if they were concerned for me, this solo walker on the beach driven to follow a shark as it rode the edge of surf. And one slip, and I would be …what ? shark bait? Our moment would not end up that darkly, would it?
Well, truth is: we did have a moment. I got gutsy/ballsey/all daring and started demanding he come out of the water more and show me his stuff, just for a moment. (Even as I said) I wondered and spoke my plea aloud: can you actually come out of the water and onto the edge of the surf next to where I am standing? A question more than a request, it seemed. My partner never once answered in words yet as our running together took us into an area where the tide changed its course over a shallow reef I lost him. For a few minutes he was no-where to be found. I let go after a time, ran forward several paces than began walking back. I remembered seeing some kind of movement in the water right before he disappeared. Ah, maybe caught something. What though? I walked back from where I had paced ahead, squinting in the twilight, sunset almost finished its painting lesson to all of us.
Then a flash of light – a reflection from the last pastel glow of sky -- the golden fin appeared. I sighed in relief, a strange thing given that at some point either he would swim out to sea or it would be too dark to spot him as dusk settled in. “Shark spirit,” I prayed out loud, “show me your beauty before you go.” As he slipped easily between waves I threw him some sea urchins. He never changed course to check out what entered the water. Interesting, I thought. Now back to shallow area the fins seemed to swerve this way and that. I walked with rapt attention as close to the shore, leaning over the edge like I could do a roll aikido style. Then it happened, all at once, and I jumped up and a little back: He came out of the water back tail toward me as the tide pulled in. I saw all of him as he forcefully chewed on something he caught. His form was a marvel. Though I could not see his teeth his top/back/dorsal fin was much taller than I thought, almost prehistoric in its shape, like a stegasauras plate. It was only a moment, but after all our running together these past 20 or so minutes it was the answer and gift I was looking for. Wow – he really came out of the water, and thankfully, not at me – but at another prey. Whew! And Woo-hoo!
Then as soon as the next wave pounded in and he made off with his meal my welcome companion departed for good. And it was good. I walked around looking for him here and there for a time as it became dark and marveled at it all: It was an encounter alright, an adventure not even imagined. With the upcoming Caribbean cruise I had considered paying $$ for a ‘dolphin” encounter, all safely administered, undoubtedly. But a SHARK ENCOUNTER – holy ___. How can you script that?!
As I acknowledged it was over, this running with the fin and tail, all I could do was stop, take a breath --and bow. And so I did. Bending forward I breathed in, I am Grateful. Breathing out, Yes. Here it was, yet another treasure beyond measure. At that moment my intuition caught a big fish: I knew the next thing was to run back home to my Tahiti drive house and write the whole thing down. The wild masculine spirit in others would appreciate this true story of a man who survived a close encounter with a shark. In fact, they might even eat it up …
© Copyright 2009 Timothy J. Malone

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NEW writings: Poems & Haiku from the last 6 months journey

Haiku U: 18 dragonflies over a lotus pond*

© Copyright 2009 Timothy J. Malone

I. Out of a VisionQuest in the Desert come these patterns: Oct. 2008 near Moapa Indian Reservation, Valley of the Fire, NV

1. Beyond the call to
“Taste” lies voice to go deeper:
Listen, red rock speaks.

2. Golden Eagles fly
wide circles over (ponderosa) gnarled pines /tops;
one sound, wind through wings.
no sound, (but the) wind //shifts.

3. Flecks of gold dancing !
Ah, Dragonfly wings -- reflecting
The(Hot) desert sun.

II. “Return from harrowing one month in Asia” Haikus:

Two from the shores of the great River Phra, Bangkok, Nov. and December 2008

4. Watching the Lotus
I noticed truth: Bees stay and drink
from flower to live.
[ from flower//drink from its source//sup from its center .//bees know to drink there]

5. Over Wat Po’s pond
Butterfly lands, wing expands

6. Into the dark I
Sank, noise of another life
heard: Not your home now.

7. Middle of night, awake -
To emptiness, silence –

8. Unfolding life
Taking a different form;
What it is, don’t know

9. Still on sabbatical
Forget not: this time of spac-
-iousness feeds,

III. Haiku from a hermitage deep: February 2009

10. Spirit weaving the
Next forms; my task – to simply
Stay out of the way!

11. So Quiet inside;
This new place, space, pace – is yours;
Welcome home, at last!

12. Liquid Lava: Energy
flows – or It does not,
blocked; Love is the Same.

13. In the sanctuary
Kept sacred, the silence,
Zen steward, Monk’s cell.

14. Drink morning still-
ness – heart flutters – gentle me;
“no thing, we have to do.”

IV. After storms, inner and outer (from February hail to stomach flu wail):

A storm settles in;
Wracks siding and sinew, sweeps
Out ... winter, purging

16. Silence: no words echo
here For (many) hours. Heart rests in still ness/ point.

17. Transitions: from what
I’ve known -- a tunnel -- to new
Pastures, green and gold.

18. “Take care of me, dear”
Speaks body. In sickness lies

Each Haiku © Copyright 2009 Timothy J. Malone

V. SO, NOW ... Tell me some of your stories …. :)