Sunset for Photo Friday. Taken in the San Juan Is…

Come my friends refresh yourselves. Let the cleansing water wash over you…. Soothing your spirit smoothing out the troubles in your heart. I send you blessings this spring of renewal of rebirthing of rejuvenation. Rest here for a moment if you like. May peace be with you.

I found this written in an old journal today. The author is unknown. “A hundred years from now it will not matter the sort of house I lived in, what my bank account was or the kind of car I drove, but the world may be different because I was important in the life of…

Goddess-in-training, Gigi, weilding her feminine power. The concept of “feminine” is an interesting one to me. What we perceive as feminine, especially in American culture, is often some kind of boxed-in, pale, sliver of femininity. Pink or feminine somehow denotes weak and helpless to some. It’s like when men insult other men by calling them…

“Somehow there’s no more darkness left at all. I’ve soaked up sunlight through a thousand wounds, and now this whiteness that I cloak you in you won’t find even in the Alps: this wind whirls also there on high and stains the snow. Even white roses bear a hint of dust. The ultimate miracle is…

“One makes a thousand moons go mad with love And blush all night” -Hafiz