Spiritual growth

  • The Apple Tree Of Everything

    This is the Apple Tree of Everything. You may pick only one apple, today. Hold it in your hand. Look at it. Really, look at this apple you have picked. To say it is red is hardly enough. There are… Continue reading

  • A Sweet Dream

    I am the beautiful breeze in the body of a woman. I am not contained in stories of suffering. I have always been an unrestricted choice in the making. A sweet dream singing high in the sky, over the black… Continue reading

  • Healing Again

    Some more memories came up for healing, today. It is the most fascinating process, it truly is. Especially considering the memories, as they come up, are attached to a physical feeling within my body and a recognition of the vibration… Continue reading

  • Don’t Ask Me

    Please don’t ask me, because I know you think I know the answer. We’re all looking for the answer thinking someone else has it. Some speak as though they know the answer. That’s because they do. They know their answer… Continue reading

  • Soft, Quiet, Beautiful

    Can we become the peace that glistens on the ledge of our differences? Or will it be war swept under the carpet for yet another age of humanity? I see your needs. Do you see mine? Can we surrender to… Continue reading

  • Stained Glass

    The beautiful stained glass of this life. Light and colour, forgiveness of the shadow in every stroke. Hate is pain solidified. Love is the river and the wind to set it free. Continue reading

  • Somewhere Else

    Hello my lovely bloggy friends, I hope you’re all coping with whatever your COVID situation looks like. I have been. And I haven’t. But I’m still noticing small wins along the way, which make me feel a little better about… Continue reading

  • Diamonds and Stones

    My next life lesson will be to blow through days of stone, and understand that days of stone do not indicate a whole life of stone. Still there are diamond days. Always there will be both. And never am I… Continue reading

  • Butterfly

    Do you think a caterpillar knows, upon entering her cocoon, that she will soon die to the only form she’s ever known? Do you think she is afraid of the dark of the wait, or what might find her on… Continue reading

  • Changed

    The skies opened and the earth looked up. ‘My friend,’ said the dry earth, ‘is trying to drown me.’ Days passed. The sky shone golden orange and the grass mounds of the south glistened, abundant in emerald foliage. The earth… Continue reading