What sower strode across the earth, Which hands sowed The heart’s seeds of fire? Like rainbow’s bands they went out from his fists To the frozen ground, young earth, hot sand And there shall they sleep Greedy, and drink up our life And break it into pieces For the sake of a sunflower you don’t…
the fabric of a morning of just noticing It feels so nice to just lay in bed and bask in the space between and listen to birdsong. Running late isn’t an emergency My daughter’s hand feels so sweet in mine. If I couldn’t find a way to make people smile, I would rather not live…
I’m reading “The Red Book” by Sera Beak. which is basically a book about spirituality written for young women of our time. It’s fab. She calls herself a “Spiritual Cowgirl” and much of what she writes reminds me of my own thoughts/feelings/musings about spirituality. It led me to ponder mySELF today. The me that is…
“When you begin to justify or defend your position or go into a story, simply notice what you are doing, then return to the inquiry again. The mind’s war with itself is the old way. If you can’t stop the war within, you can’t stop the war outside. Welcome to the new way. Welcome to…
Like the song says, not sayin’ I don’t want to fall in love again (cuz I would) but one thing is for sure, I have learned how fabulous it is to be a free agent. Learning how to be whole within myself has been the biggest gift I’ve given myself in this life. There’s something…
