Spiritual journey

  • Darling Day 27. Destiny

    Deep in the darling woods, the darkness creeps and the wind whispers of daisies and delight: destiny hanging in the air beyond the trees. Waiting. Waiting for permission to live. Continue reading

  • Darling Day 25. Bliss

    This bliss, this quiet breath that holds me as I spin into the fabric of all things. This heart, this hand that reaches for the sun and pulls in close the shining pieces of a brand new darling day. Continue reading

  • Darling Day 22. Eternity

    Darling is how I feel eternity, soft in its gentle, drifting wind. Their unspoken words ask me how I know them so well— how I can feel the softness of them— and I don’t know what to tell them, but… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 21. Forever

    Darling is the day that lasts forever. Continue reading

  • Darling Day 17. Surrender

    Darling are the lonely ones. The sad ones. The tired ones. The human ones. Darling is the moment of sweet surrender, when the cave of hard fought bravery crashes into the sea of what actually is. Continue reading

  • Darling Day 15. Golden Fields

    This heart whispers to the fragile night of the soul. The darling buds, once closed, now reach with delicate fingers to the soft of a brand new sun. Light the way, dear sun. Release the petals still stuck in place.… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 13. The Wind of Everything

    Every darling day, I wait to breathe. Just one breath. A chance to be, to dream, to love. And when that gust of life becomes me I am grateful. To the darling wind of everything… I am grateful. Continue reading

  • Bread-loaf

    I see, now, that my truth will never be yours. And your truth will never be mine, because we are two seperate grains in the bread-loaf of life. But we are the same in some ways. We are both the… Continue reading

  • Dear Heart

    Dear heart, thank you. For singing to me the beauty of my soul. And having me believe every sweet sound of it. Continue reading

  • Crisp

    Oh, this clean crisp river that flows through the depths of me. Continue reading