at dusk
cartwheels on the grass
sister teaching sister
with ubuntu
the crunch
of dried autumn leaves
fading red sun shimmers
on the river
pink cheeks
hair tumbling wildly
we watch our breath appear
on the exhale
moments
woven together
with great laughter and love
in autumn bliss
“I am he that aches with amorous love; Does the earth gravitate? does not all matter, aching, attract all matter? So the body of me to all I meet or know.” ~Walt Whitman Dear Uncle Walt, I am writing for your guidance. We seem to have the same Love DNA so thought perhaps you could…
My new friend Hendrik Van Rensburg of The Church of Bass recently made a post on Facebook about friendship. He wrote that the following things make a true friend: To desire the best for each other Sympathy & empathy Honesty (also when it’s difficult for others to be truthful) Mutual understanding & compassion Mutual Trust…
I know you come here to visit this blog. Thousands every month (or perhaps just one of you thousands of times!) I don’t know who you are, but here’s what I want you to know: You are loved and lovable. You are beautiful. I appreciate you. I wish you oodles of love, laughter and joy…
she came this morning during morning mediation with chanting and toning (shimmering beauty) we snuggled and spoke of sunlit memories and private gardens (naked in the buttercups) we conjured a place to dwell filled with peace and flowers (art-making and altars) she toned and we chanted peace to all beings (including ourselves) May all hearts…
A Blessing May the pace you set for yourself help your knots get untangled, dear reader.
In improv class, we don’t get to use the words “don’t” or “no” and rarely get to ask questions when we are playing games. This is because it stops the story from moving forward. This has, of course, got me thinking about how I stop my own story. I see how many times I’ve let…