This beautifully ripening plum outside my window c…

This is how you change when you go to the orchard where the heart opens: you become fragrance and the light that burning oil gives off, long strands of grieving hair, lion and at the same time, gazelle. You’re walking alone without feet, as riverwater does. The taste of a wine that is bitter and…

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…

The little girl in me was never told that it wasn’t okay for people to be mean to me. Growing up, I was given the clear message that I had to earn love and that I “deserved” to be punished if I made mistakes. Just being me wasn’t enough for the people and the culture…

I did a search for Andrea Scher because I love her and wanted to see where else I could find her on the net. During this search, I found a wonderful online zine called Be Real. Could there be a better place to express oneself? Andrea is this month’s featured artist. Her photography is so…

I gazed deeply into the heart of one so beautiful breathed in its fragrance held it so gently and wept as the petals scattered in the wind