The last time I posted on my blog, was March 28, 2025. Today is March 4, 2026…nearly one year. I have an intention to begin again, and again, and again. What else do we do, but keep breathing and breathing and breathing each breath, over and over and over again. And so I […]
Home, Hearth & Sanctuary
The Living White Dove of Peace
Peace is a fresh and quiet breeze that has no sound. It is the inside of suffering when the struggle free falls with arms outstretched knowing neither above nor below, only the infinite moment of silence and timelessness. Peace is the willingness to hold open this space and place where the presence, fragrance and grace […]
The Opening and Rising of the Red Hearts
A tea and conversation, letter-writing moment between friends… I’ve decided to try this style today after a wonderful conversation with a good friend. It somehow captured so much in the space between us and within our words of exploration and discovery and convictions. World Hearth for Peace and Friendship’s wordship: Where there is genuine interest, […]
The Tree of Life Daily
This morning I woke up with a huge inspiration and began writing and creating. In the end, I called it The Tree of Life Daily. It just flowed and I am happy with this 5-page creative endeavour. I’ve certainly arranged a possibility for me to keep writing through this forum, but we will see if […]
I’ve Got Love On My Mind
I love Natalie Cole. When I was 20 years old, I had her music playing in my little MG on my way to work at the Senate. Even back then, the top was down on the car, and the scarf was tied around my head, but this time, it was just blowing in the […]
Empty, Silent and Willing
When something goes on this long, thinking everything through or flying on happy thoughts, sometimes just doesn’t sustain the situation. We all have coping mechanisms, but I think that coping with covid is a deeper reach. We are all definitely being asked to take our seats, settle in, and find an inner disposition of strength […]
The World’s Flower Gardens
I wrote my first poem when I was 19. It was my first experience with feeling and experiencing a perspective and perception deeply and then searching for words which best described it. It fascinated me. It was as if there was a garden full of flowers, and I had to walk through it finding the […]