Healing – Cathy's Blog!

Posted on April 12, 2026April 12, 2026 by Cathy Edgett

Cleansing

It’s been raining for three days. We lost power yesterday for almost twelve hours but we have a generator for back-up. I was involved in a workshop on Zoom, Mahamudra and the Luminous Mind: The Third Karmapa’s Aspiration Prayer.

Our aspiration, our prayer was for world peace. The focus was on unifying emptiness and luminosity, on cultivating awareness, love and compassion, and wisdom. This is both simple and complex, so I sit here now honoring the simplicity, the gift of it, even as I read the news of Trump. I’m with the challenge of holding it all with compassion and equanimity.

I’m with these words of Gen. Douglas MacArthur, spoken after the end of World War II, during the military tribunal he organized to hold Japanese leaders accountable for their own horrific war crimes, including the sack of Manila in 1945. “The soldier, be he friend or foe, is charged with the protection of the weak and unarmed. It is the very essence and reason for his being.”

Our commander-in-chief is guilty of war crimes. Let’s hold him accountable. We need to heal.

On another note, I highly recommend Lee Klinger Lesser’s book, Return to Our Senses, A Path to Stability in an Unstable World. It’s a font of guidance and wisdom, and personal examples of how to work with what comes.

She quotes astrophysicist Ethan Siegel: “The air we breathe contains one atom from every breath that every human has ever taken. In fact, right now, if you take a deep breath and then exhale, by the time a year goes by, approximately one atom from that breath will wind up in every other person on Earth’s lungs at any moment in time.”

Like the study of Mahamudra this weekend, that’s hard for me to visualize, and I understand it’s about connection. We’re not separate; we are one! Let’s cleanse and purify the air we share with each loving and compassionate thought and breath. We do it for ourselves, all sentient beings, and our beloved planet Earth.

May we slide and climb and build and maintain bridges for All!

Posted on April 10, 2026 by Cathy Edgett

Support

My good friend Emma sings with the Threshold Singers of the East Bay. They sing to the terminally ill and dying. They also sing for newborns in the NICU. They sing for those crossing thresholds of birth and dying. I recommend the article and listening to the songs. Be soothed in support.

https://www.oaklandreviewofbooks.org/threshold-singers-east-bay-lullabies-dying/

The leaves of Sticky Monkey plants were used as bandaids by the Native Americans.

Posted on April 8, 2026 by Cathy Edgett

Sanity

How do we stay sane amidst the cruelty, tragedy, theft, greed, and lies of the Trump administration?

My grandson has been staying with us, so I’m with the beauty of this world. Together, he and I watch the light change in the sky as we observe the squirrels, birds, and trees.

Walking briskly to the Presidio playground

Downtown San Francisco from the Presidio Tunnel Tops

Joy in the flight of a paper airplane, one of many made in the last few days.

Posted on April 2, 2026 by Cathy Edgett

Presence

I’ve had Mohs surgery before but because there were complications this time, it has been a bit of an ordeal. My eyes are swollen and ringed with purple and black. My head is heavy. I’ve been in pain. What I’ve learned though as I ice the area and drink green tea, is the power of meditation, just being with the breath. Since that’s all I can do I feel the power in it, the relief. We have this tool and ability all the time but we are often busy with our “to-do” list and miss the point. Presence is a present as we know and when we’re forced to stop and pause, it’s even more clear. Each breath is a gift.

Posted on March 4, 2026 by Cathy Edgett

Our Host

As I continue to go to the natural world to counteract the news, I’m with the last stanza of William Stafford’s poem, “A Message from Space” from his book The Way It Is.

And then the green of leaves calls out, hills

where they wait or turn, clouds in their frenzied

stillness unfolding their careful words:

“Everything counts. The message is the world.”

The mountain rolls her message like an unfolding scroll.

Posted on March 3, 2026 by Cathy Edgett

Above the Fog

Because I’m too old to be an astronaut viewing our fragile, diverse planet from space, I left the fog to drive up to the top of Mt. Tam, and circle through landscapes.

Looking south as fog begins to dissipate in the climb

Posted on January 12, 2026January 12, 2026 by Cathy Edgett

Democracy

Yesterday I attended a protest/vigil in Marin County. We gathered at the Veteran’s Auditorium, and walked in a long and winding line around and through the Civic Center leaving flowers in front of the sheriff’s office and next to photos and names of the 33 people killed by ICE. Our sheriff’s office cooperates with ICE and we want ICE out of Marin. We were told to wear black, and bring a flower and did, so it was a sober line that stretched before and behind me. Six coffins had been made of cardboard and painted black and covered with flowers were carried along the route. It was a sober and quiet group. The event began with twelve minutes of speeches, most of that a prayer, so we began walking after saying Amen. Volunteers carried recorders repeating the names of the 33 people killed. Tears come enough now as I feel the immensity of the event, the power of people gathering to silently speak for empathy, morality, and Truth.

I’m awake now, up in the night. I’ve been sitting outside with the stars and a sky streaked with light wondering, receiving, embracing what might be as we come to Peace and walk with others in quiet and love.

Six coffins were carried along the winding and quiet route.

Winding up and around with police stopping traffic as the line crosses streets and passes the Farmer’s Market, a huge gathering on Sunday morning.

Posted on September 21, 2025 by Cathy Edgett

Compassion

Yesterday I attended an all-day meditation retreat titled “With compassion, we turn the tide.” I can’t convey how it felt then and how it feels now, but I’m reverberating with the offering, the generosity and dedication of this group of nuns, and what each of us might bring to our lives and the lives around us. Here’s a documentary video to give a sense of the dedication a group of people choose in bringing generosity and compassion to their lives and the lives of others.

Posted on September 9, 2025 by Cathy Edgett

Forest Bathing

Today, a misty, slightly rainy day, I ended up above Muir Woods. I took the Ocean View Trail to the Canopy Trail down to Redwood Creek. After a visit to the cafe, I traveled up the Fern Trail back to the top. I offer photos of my journey.

In one tricky spot, I met three young people enjoying a snack. As I debated how to traverse the roots, one of the men offered two hands to help me down. I was reminded of years ago when on a hot day I’d walked from Pantoll down to Stinson Beach where, fully clothed, I walked straight into the Pacific Ocean and swam. When I emerged, a young boy stood there offering me a towel. Helpers abound.

Fog swirls across from the Mountain Home Inn

Bending to pass and rise up the Fern Trail.

Posted on August 12, 2025August 12, 2025 by Cathy Edgett

Enchantment

I was at Rodeo Beach today. The fog was in and the beach was covered with Vellella vellella, a result of the recent full moon tides.

I hadn’t realized each apparent individual is a hydroid colony, composed of tiny, anemone-like creatures. Related to jellyfish, they are carnivorous, and catch their prey, mainly plankton, with tentacles dangling in the water.