a heart to act accordingly with everyday grace. Warning: walking past a block party of gut shrieking joys from children at play is contagious and just the motivation needed to climb uphill. Every Day Grace Our deepest fear is not … Continue reading
Most feathered friends have taken off in flocks heading south by now. I read this poem and thought of them…wish I were in their feathers right about now, weary, tender and happy to be soaring with friends sans regrets to … Continue reading
Let’s gather our strength of spirit…it’s what they fear the most. Forgive me if I’ve expressed this before, if I have it’s worth a repeat. It takes a few groggy minutes to wake, but when fully awakened this child’s spirit … Continue reading
And then she reached deep into the hurt, disappointment and difficulty of being human…you know the stuff we all feel but many of us don’t speak of but most certainly project onto others in some form or another. Perhaps in … Continue reading
“To walk away from someone you care about who cannot meet your needs is one of the bravest acts you can do.” -Jillian Turecki And as much as I had resisted over and over again there is only so much … Continue reading
Something redolent about the whiff of moist duff after the morning frosty dew dissipates, something not-so-ordinary to spot, this sweet trinary. Sunlight yearns to kiss these lavender hued caps and if girlfriend were with me on this am stroll, she … Continue reading
We’re not fighting, we’re learning. When we gain the knowledge that’s been hidden from us for centuries, we begin to see the power of our true selves. There is no fighting, only knowledge of how all systems flow by the … Continue reading
The reoccurring theme of gloom looming in on us may seem prudent, but is it really? There’s a saying, never let a crisis go to waste, while I’m not against preparations and arranging your ducks in a row, I prefer … Continue reading
Don’t be afraid, there is nothing. You are always and forever the deepness.
Once upon a time ago, a five-year-old boy asked me for his hand. I accepted not knowing what it’s all about, nor the toil at hand. A quarter of a century later, that boy, still five-years-old, yearns for attention, searches … Continue reading
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