Standing by and waiting for someone to change results in playing a great role in your own suffering. I’ve finally become an active participant in creating the change I crave in my life. It’s no small feat…accepting accountability and deciding … Continue reading
Connected to the wild, an intimate and raw me.Taunted, manipulated, abandoned, discarded no more.Out of red-hot ashes, my worthiness.A journey of the heart, no better time than now to leap and bound.Bringing me out of the dark, tones of a … Continue reading
Sip, savor, take note and repeat. It’s what I usually do with this cup filled with a nuanced, creamy, aromatic brew that is nourishing on so many levels. Today it’s especially magical for it’s a glow with an aura of … Continue reading
“Blessed is the man that has a virtuous woman, for the number of his days shall be double.” – Ecclesiastics 26:1 I have been getting through the days by imagining the charade as a play that ends every night and … Continue reading
You have a taste of storm on your lips.But where have you been?A remnant taste of bitterness at first, stomach-turningbut then how else do you rise higher than you could ever imagine?
Take a bit of a reprieve to breathe then, pony on up. Anticipate it, expect it and even if you don’t feel like it, still do the thing. If you did someone wrong straighten it out. Remember, “everything [to] love … Continue reading
In front of our eyes, a vanishing primordial spirit of the landoutside our perspective zone, an enveloping consciousness evolvingwithin our hearts, a more beautiful world calcifiedin our perception still, a banality of God’s patternit’s there, isn’t it? and we are … Continue reading
As a young country we have a bit to learn about being meek or what the Greeks called praios or praus. Far from the English term meek which lacks the blend of gentleness and strength, but rather praus refers to … Continue reading
or is it? I have to give the architect here some kudos for the intent of the design of this abode tucked away in the woods is spacious with an intimate feeling, from whatever angle, whatever floors, we see, hear … Continue reading
Half a century of memories seems like a blink of an eye, or a stroll down the road like this ole fella recently did (to read about her escapades scroll down twenty squares ago.) I look at this photo and … Continue reading
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