Reflection for Illustration Friday

Plum Blossoms in Sepia I remember looking at the plum tree outside my window last fall at the tangle of moss-covered, leafless branches and marvelling that something that looked so dead would ever bear fruit again. I wrote this haiku to capture the moment: filled with promise plum branches rest in autumn darkness We all…

Another bit unearthed in the old journal today. I’m not sure who I was writing this to. There’s no date and I don’t remember. Maybe I was writing it to my future self. Maybe I was writing it to the Universal Collective. I am putting it here for YOU. Whomever reads this, it applies to…

I’ve been having an idealogical conversation with a friend of late. I’m g r a t e f u l for the opportunity to do some self questioning and clarify what I truly believe. The words of Walt Whitman in “All is Truth” pretty much sum up what I believe about Life on this plane….

“We must be willing to get rid of the life we’ve planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.” -Joseph Campbell

When you are stripped bare and are so transparent you feel as though you have no skin.  When time is suspended and the world opens up to a new possibility that you could never have imagined.  When the scent of honeysuckle in the night air or the tender kiss from your child makes  your heart…