On Becoming Zen

On Becoming Zen

“He does not hesitate at our boldest measures, but rather seems to think us, too irresolute, and backward.” -John Adams about Benjamin Franklin. Feelings this knowing that what’s in our hearts is the nucleus of our expression and emission we … Continue reading

Into the Depths

Into the Depths

If we go along with the crowd, the only thing that will derive from such lemming behavior is that we won’t wind up with much more than the wish we can do it over again. Do not conform but love … Continue reading

On Becoming Brighter

On Becoming Brighter

Between bright skies and shadowed mountains, the desert is known for its high contrast landscapes. The desert is also the space where a soul can be healed. It’s no wonder why I feel a safe space here unglazed natural tan … Continue reading

Silenced No More

Silenced No More

“My story isn’t pleasant, it’s not sweet and harmonious like the invented stories; it tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all people who no longer want to lie themselves.” -Hermann Hesse At nightfall, … Continue reading

If Only to Break from Rhyme

Down a rutted path, along dormant liana, beside the mucky river and near a bridge, I find stillness for the day. Within twenty to sixty seconds of exposure to nature heart rate slows, blood pressure drops, breathing regulates and brain … Continue reading

Love

Love

It makes the world go round…will we ever allow for this life-altering experience? It’s steadfast one, indeed worth the devotion that palpates us at the cellular level. I am all for a fiesta to celebrate love just because.  I suppose … Continue reading

Dear Liza,

Dear Liza,

There’s a hole in my bucket dear Liza. How did we arrive to this deadlock situation that Liza and Henry find themselves in…this insatiable quest of consuming to fill an empty heart, but the heart has a hole and needs … 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