Butterfly
I looked at the flower paintings, and gasped. Observing more closely I could not find one butterfly flirting with the...
I looked at the flower paintings, and gasped. Observing more closely I could not find one butterfly flirting with the...
What are some of your favorite songs? A babbling brook, wind rustling through tree leaves. Yes, but your favorite songs...
Wholeness nudges us to widen our pretentious boundaries, and also to let go. As we become more compassionate and give...
Say it out loud and give it power. Conceal it and give it even more power. There must be another...
The ranger warned us about getting too close. In spite of our intention to heed his words, we rounded a...
I love winter, and Snow! I can almost hear the clicking keys, delete, delete, delete. Because I have never lived...
It was spring. By winter a big smile graced my face. I could no longer hear the condescending words and...
What a weasel! If we’ve not said the words out loud, most likely, we have thought them, a time or...
Summer’s electricity jolts us forward. There, Moose bellows out a melancholy sound through fall’s vibrant colors, inviting us into winter...
Continued from Why? The question why can be as innocent as it is pesky, indicting, really. Asking why once, usually...
What a magnificent picture: Soul Retrievers gathering our long, lost parts and bringing them home. We trusted bricks and mortar....
Why? It is the most frequent question I ask myself. Why uncovers intentions. Though our specific answers may differ, replying...