For a minute I consider dashing up there to grab my camera—this color is astonishing!—but I know that by the time I get back out here, the moment will have faded, and the day-to-day blue will have soaked all the rebellion from the clouds. Continue reading Sitting with impermanence
Change is the only constant. Continue reading The Shift of Seasons
We know this intuitively as small, children; until our peers/family/society drills the message tour head that we are somehow ‘lacking’ and need to alter ourselves/or disguise ourselves/or compete to win/or act less weird/or blend in/ or fix what appears broken/ or fill ourselves up. Continue reading Being Enough
Every morning I sit in this space. (Well, most mornings, when I can… sometimes after milks are poured and waffles toasted, jammies pulled over heads and sandwiches wrapped in plastic.) I tuck in around myself and breathe. Continue reading But First, Meditate.
This new poem came from the deepest place of connection. It is a very personal description of my reunion with spirit during my recovery journey, and a nod to the divine within us all. Continue reading Spirit Guide
The work. The writing. The money. The emotion. The relationship. The family. These things are not mine to claim ownership over. Everything belongs to the universe. Continue reading Remain Awake
There are so many divided camps of belief and opinion these days.people are being very loud and very FIRM in their stance, often to the extreme of attacking or shunning those whose views differ from their own.
What if, instead of reacting with my ego, I tuned into my spiritual self? Continue reading Connect. Listen. Love.
These casings we are in:
The book jackets to our complex souls.
We move in them every day
The rituals of cleansing,
feeding,
flushing
form habitual ruts Continue reading These casings we are in
I don’t really know much about angels – Arch or otherwise – but that little dog was definitely sent from the universe. It was my friend Deborah who ultimately identified him as Gabriel. He had been waiting for me to find him. Continue reading Gabriel (the poodle)
Waking up Razzle-Dazzle 