Spirituality

  • Truth and Lollypops

    I’m not the victim of circumstance. Of uncontrollable life. Of this eternal river that constantly flows and changes, sometimes lifting me right out of the water, sometimes flowing me steadily along. That’s what I try to tell myself, anyway. That… Continue reading

  • The Journey

    Life, for me, has been an up and down ride. A little like one of those slides at the playground, the ones that follow a wave-like movement and snake you all the way down to the ground, sometimes taking your… Continue reading

  • Dissolved

    I am a body. But I am dissolved by the blinding light of destiny. Here I spin, longing to escape the heavenly dream that hurtles through the soft and quick of me. Catch me, hold me still. Oh, the aching,… Continue reading

  • The Sun

    She shines quietly for peace as the rain falls all around. She watches the storms rage and knows her role is still to be as she was born to be. The sun. Always the sun, no matter the dark clouds;… Continue reading

  • The Story Of Yesterday

    What does the world look like smell like, taste like feel like when the story of yesterday is gone, and the book of life is suddenly empty. 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 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