As I greet the heavenly roses in my own backyard, I see myself in them. I see how Mother Earth loves me and my beauty as much as She loves them and their beauty.
Read MoreYesterday morning as I sat in meditation in my secret garden, a hummingbird came to me so closely I was startled, and I cried out.
Read MoreCreativity and adoration of art and its mysterious beauty has knocked at my door so many times that I often feel it is having a negative as well as a positive effect upon my psyche.
Read MoreI have befriended misfits and outcasts as well as a few famous (but usually unhappy) humans. I have believed some of those odd and often-troubled people to possess important answers . . .
Read MoreAnd, why wouldn’t she be safe? Who determines this? The parents holding the baby or the grown baby looking at her origins?
Read More“Don’t turn your head. Keep looking at the bandaged place,” he said. Okay, I will try. And, these writings are my secret, my most private thoughts.
Read MoreIn my mind, the cold sea returns. The life-giving and life destroying sea. One that doesn’t know or understand humans and, yet, one to which humans owe their life and existence.
Read MoreWhen I was a child, I didn’t need other people like I do now. I was young enough to realize I had the rest of my life to meet them.
Read MoreOutside at daybreak— / a chorus of birdsong. / Is this Earth?
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