I love this magical little plant. I got a start of it from my sister-in-law. Apparently, the original plant was cared for by my partner’s grandmother. I love caring for it as my children grow. I feel as though I’m watering their roots in tandem with the plant’s roots. 
We are all such tender beings. So much fear, hurt, excitement, love, joy, and myriad other feelings run through us on any given day. I was talking to a friend yesterday and expressing how very safe I feel with him. As I talked about the beauty of this, I began to cry. With concern, he…
A Bridal Song I. The golden gates of Sleep unbar Where Strength and Beauty, met together, Kindle their image like a star In a sea of glassy weather! Night, with all thy stars look down,– Darkness, weep thy holiest dew,– Never smiled the inconstant moon On a pair so true. Let eyes not see their…
my heart, like a sea anemone closes up when it is touched (even softly) it soon reopens ready to be touched again and so it goes
the wind is howling the sickness has taken hold my foolish hearts aches
I wonder how many women have written or thought, “I am not a side dish, an appetizer, or dessert. I am an entree.” I am not a glass of wine to savor after a night out with your boys. I am not a piece of cake to eat while your wife is sleeping in your…
I just finished reading James Twyman’s book, “Emissary of Love”. I highly recommend it. You can order it here. In the book this question is asked. “How would you act and what would you do if you knew that you are an Emissary of Love right now?” You are LOVE. Be LOVE. Begin.