poetry A Call to Remember, My Other. {poetry} Do you remember all those moments you thought you’d found me before? In the twinkle of her eyes, the glimpse of her sunlit smile? Continue Reading
wisdom The Shape of Fear. My level of compassion rose for anyone who commits acts of violence out of fear. And as I looked for ways to honor the snake-being, I found a commitment to take my spiritual discipline to a deeper level. Continue Reading
you & me When I Loved Myself Enough. Why not make my own list of when I loved myself enough, so that I could gently remind myself when I am off course in the self-love department? Continue Reading