Head to Heart to Home
Awakening...small voice becomingrecognizable in the dinof every dayof everyoneHearing the whispersof the small onelean into the listeningwalking softlyon my path
Promise of Sun’s Return
Promise of Sun's Return And when the plants parched and droop, the rain splashes and drizzles wind and bluster Roots wading in mud their grip loosed to grow Birds tuck heads under wing and wait, the promise of sun's return
Coat of Colors
Coat of Colors – Cerulean with white and fluffy above. Green as deep as emeralds blanketing the floor. And here and there and everywhere And here and there and everywhere turned rust or red or golden. How rich is that?
Little Worm
Once, there was a little worm who thought he could climb to the top of the tallest tree. So he did. The view was incredible, from his little worm perspective, even though the tree overlooked the junkyard. Wormy gorgeous! Worm was filled with gratitude.
Why So Much Joy?
I started seeking deeper knowledge of my life's purpose when I was about 13. I read Siddartha by Herman Hesse that year: "The only thing of importance to me is being able to love the world, without looking down on it, without hating it and myself - being able to...
Brand Consistancy
Do you have a consistant brand - a unified business identity? I participated a series of workshops way back when called Alpha Awareness Training. I gleaned a lot of tools there for dealing with life in a positive way. One of the concepts that Wally Minto talked about...
Life – The Gift
The eyes of Great Mystery shine with the light of joy... Life...what a gift!
Moths in the Twilight
Like moths in the twilight the aspen leaves quiver to hear the whisper of our loving thoughts of gratitude blown on our breath to true source We are so blessed to live ...
Epiphany
Too many times on bated breath, the waiting extended beyond that thought possible to endure the ecstasy --- a moment's awareness, spread like a quilt, blanketing eons... A flash, a light, an epiphany -- Ah Hah! And, once again for infinity.
Horse with an Attitude
Over in the meadow, horse with an attitude dances in the crisp light, tossing her mane with a snort and a stomp, out for a brisk romp. I, in my room here, watch from afar yet my spirit swells, Mustang heart.