This poem describes the gentle returning to our true nature in the midst of painful thoughts and feelings. Read More
I wanted to share this sweet poem about trees by Mary Oliver. What a gift to walk slowly, touch bark, smell flowers… Read More
Some words from the morning… From the tender arms of darkness The morning rises like smoke – Into nothingness. Each breathing lung of this cosmic family Breathes Herself into Herself. With soft, inviting palms, The morning offers her sunlight And clothes each eye With kisses.
“I’ve become a simple soul,
The old ideas of what I need
I’ve left, in their tangled mess,
Down by the river” Read More