Tossed Waters.

Tossed Waters.

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

Grey Morning Skies

Grey Morning Skies

Grey morning skies and the clouds are simpering. Stay with the spirit rightly found, into the day and the clatter of the war we wage abound. For when night falls, a kingdom awakens. Fall into the night sky with spirit … Continue reading

Dedication

Dedication

What’s your movement saying? Are you moving with freedom, breathing unreservedly? We are contracting our being down to the focus of minutia instead of the realization of the twinkling moment. While I’m up pondering these challenges and discomforts within myself … Continue reading