Finding Balance

Tiny fingers on Daddy’s neck in the morning light.

Sometimes we need to just let go and float.

This is the place of creation, the matrix, the womb. It is woman. This is a mother’s stomach in its beauitful, natural state. I see a lot women today who seem to deny the roundness of their womb. I can’t help but wonder if this rejection of our natural form isn’t a rejection of the…

this speaks for itself

“Faith” Digitally-enhanced photograph co-created with John McCormick. I have a wonderful children’s book by Neale Donald Walsh title “The Little Soul and the Sun”. This lovely parable affirms that God sends us nothing but angels. I am living this truth right now as I look around my life and see the angels that have come…

I wish adults would allow juice to stay on their cheeks the way toddlers do. (I suspect more cheeks would be kissed if we did.) I was kissing my little muse today and smelled the strawberries she had for breakfast that were all over her cheeks. I closed my eyes and let my spirit soar…