Some of Vashon's wonderful yard art. 

Mixed media on plywood. The shapes were cut from a watercolor my three year-old painted.

Held in Compassion I just stepped on this bee. I said, “F-ing thing! Get off me!”, and kicked it away. As the pain faded away, I watched the poor bee convulsing as it died. I’m still alive. It is dying. Yes, I am the one who stepped on it. It was no one’s fault. It…

What if everything we did, thought, said and experienced was perfect just the way it was? What if we came here to learn through our experiences? What if a Higher Power came to experience life through us so nothing was bad or wrong but just was? Would that change our perceptions of ourselves? Would we…

When my love visited me last weekend, he would spontaneously offer me little presents like a sprig of lavendar or a little bouquet of maple leaves. My heart would open and joy and delight would flood in (and he would be showered with kisses and gratitude). Today, I asked for guidance from Spirit using my…

the not-so-secret swing Originally uploaded by torontofotobug. There are times in life when I feel like I’m suspended by a chain, not sure where to go or what to do. I have so long been driven by the need to please others, so long pulled in the vortex of the needs of others… and now…….