On Serving
Your perception of me is a reflection of you; my reaction to you is an awareness of me. If you believe, as I do, that our actions or reactions evolve in our homes, in our daily lives, and in our hearts where … Continue reading
Tag Archives: reflections
Tete-a-Tete
Here I am not so much checking out my breeding plumage in the mirror but tete-a-tete with this enigmatic figure, or is she? Another remarkable creation for sure, one that depicts fertility and the life cycle, a central spiritual concern … Continue reading
On Becoming Noble
But now,summer skies and firefliesfluttering in the North NodeNo one is worthier than anyone else in this world,merely reflections of you, divine emanation of you.All equally titled; let’s boon and declareunder the red light of that giving starflowing simultaneously from … Continue reading
Eavesdropping
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
A Tropical Nook
It must have been the words we exchanged that I perked up in the quiet migration of the soft light. Even the birds of paradise seemed to be singing a different tune.
Just Like Heaven
The further we go searching for the unseen world,the further behind us it lags.Away it runs from us,as we go reaching.When all along, around us all the time it’s been.Beautifully muted, like our wintery landscape.Visually a soundless time of year,energetically … Continue reading
You Were Made to Stand Out
Spanning a half century of musings, the collections that stand the test of time are the ones that I have been derided for, for they are the ones that made me stand out not so much for the limelight but … Continue reading
Take Me to the River
No one owns the water.No one owns the land.No one owns the oceans.No on owns the sand. These are given by our Mother. The Planet provides abundantly and willingly with no charge, with no strings attached. Only by the hands … Continue reading
The Unspoken
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
Brush it Off Magically
It’s the start of the day, still a few more hours until noon meandering along a whole lot of red tide carnage with scratchy throats and sporadic coughing and somehow there aren’t many other patches of earth I’d rather be. … Continue reading
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