Suppose Sunflowers Were Blooming in Ukraine. {poetry}
Too bad for Ukraine it is just on the wrong side of the line in the soil, the one that would have given this needed help.
Ukraine, Tyranny and a Past the West Cannot Avoid.
Whatever will happen in Europe will affect us all in the West, not merely lighting up our amygdala with disturbing images.
I Must Leave This City Before I Leave My Own Heart.
I know that as an individual, I cannot remain much longer in a city where I see myself morphing into a dark, unfeeling creature.
Using Graveyard Dirt Divination to Transform Your Life.
When setting your highest intention during your self-help rituals or divination, graveyard dirt puts some spiritual power in your corner!
I Did Not… I Do Not… Want to Write This.
Speak the truth about what you see and feel, but only directly with those involved, and if you’re gonna write it down, clean it up first.
What I Really Seek Is Silence. {poetry}
Their best intentions obscuring the truth that what I really seek is buried deep beneath layers upon layers of white noise.
Let’s Meet Each Other in Sacred Space. {poetry}
Open yourself to me, entangle with me, let’s slowly shed our skins so we may rest illuminated in the nakedness of each other’s divine truths.
Do You Remember: My Love Story. {poetry}
Do you remember making our way back to the hallway? Where our souls would be ripped apart to fulfill our dharma as two separate entities?
The First Time I Felt the Energy Flow. {poetry}
While I am giving Reiki, another marvelous gift is that I am also filled with the healing energy. This gives me a profound sense of peace.
Tears Flood the Garden. {Poetry}
This garden of tropical flowers, plants, trees and sunlight, with its fractured shadows dancing on the lanai, comforts me as I grieve.