Nothing more magical than caring for another, the sweetest thing.Nothing deeper to deal with than the loss of this honied connection.This sweet child of mine was heartbroken to discover Paco moved on with another caretaker, in another locale.Time will be … Continue reading
Whilst my child cringes at the idea of me toiling with her hair lest a stint of interest in the past, she won’t even attempt herself. But she’s at it with mine as she dreams me in her salon chair … Continue reading
Taking a few steps back after a couple hours enveloped in silky waters, I stopped to breathe this in. For a moment I wondered if I swam to the other side of the world, for this ain’t the world I … Continue reading
“Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers – but like lemmings running headlong to the sea, we are oblivious.” – William Wordsworth. Wordsworth chronicles his spiritual life, his views on his craft and place in the world in his … Continue reading
You, the living light have what it takes. Every single situation, every precise thought, every unequivocal bolt pulsing within every legendary cell has the capacity to connect to original life force. They can make us think all they want, that … Continue reading
This is what my aunt told me over a discussion of my current situation. She is the sweetest, we cried together, the ancestral trauma no doubt is weighty yet so beautifully telling and in her three words she conveyed what … Continue reading
You’ll Look After Me Won’t You? These guys know what they want and they look quite content in their current state. They know that the world delights in their presence carefully and caringly and they are not taking it for … Continue reading
I do not know all that I need to know about making a baklava, nor am I aware of the last discovery that has been made of this decadent delicacy. But I listen to the soft whisper and the unknown … Continue reading
Branches, in their winter coatsA marvel of entanglement.Bare, boldsimply existing.Glistening in its a la mode cloak with an ecstatic sense of new wisdom against a whitewashed sky.Here we are again,another roundand into a new.
We have so much more in common than not. If we could only see. Projections are feelings reflecting back to us. What if we stopped projecting and allowed ourselves to take heart and simply be. How dreadfully unaware we are, … Continue reading
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