I do not see colour, I live in colour!

On a trip to the local market this morning, a light drizzle began. With no umbrella in hand, I welcomed the covered entrance where a woman was stopped, looking inside her handbag. The woman explained she was looking for her mask. After saying, "excuse me" I proceeded around her to enter the door to the…

Corpse pose

is solitude. Surrender to the quiet all knowing all seeing One within All. We become alive reborn through surrender. The undoing of all thought is through. No going around. The way is through surrender. 🌹 * Corpse pose is also referred to as shavasana — rest pose.

October Saga

The breeze teases and whips the leaves into a frenzied fall of grace! Mother Earth’s great bosom is afire with torches of crimson, scarlet, burnt umber, and gold. The fir needles rust on branches in preparation for the lean months of lessening sunshine. It is Autumn! I notice what is not needed for their winter…

Morning dew on paper…

Sitting beneath a black pine tree this morning upon a city park bench, the crescent moon before me and the mid-morning sun at my back, sparked these sweet words of inspiring revelation. We are beautiful beyond measure. Let us cease our measuring up to be something and someone our mind thinks we should be and…

Forest Rhapsody

Every leaf on the entire mountain is aflutter with God.  Late this afternoon, I ventured out on a walk to meet God. A favourite trail beckoned me in the easy breeze of the late September afternoon. It had been rainy and cool the past few days, abating today, leaving a cozy dampness in the scented…

the joy in simplicity

“Keep it simple” — Van Morrison Earlier this year, I witnessed a hummingbird as she cozied up in her nest. As I admired her handiwork I realized, yet again, the miracle of life on Earth. The tiny hummingbird was a master crafts person. Her little nest was perfectly formed, gloriously symmetrical and so cozy! I…

tick-tock

do you know how kick ass you are to be practicing what you preach? to be bold and brave in living your truth? when you fall down and get back up again no matter how long it may take? well, you are kicking those old ways and beliefs to the curb human self you are…

I am

God is my friend. He holds my hand and waits for me. God is patient. God is kind. She is fierce and wild and mysterious. God is pink satin pillowcases and warm fuzzy blankets. God is marble staircases and wooden floors. God is sandy beaches and barren deserts of blowing sand. God is light and…

Rooted we RISE!

Digging right in… Everywhere I go, I am asked to sign in, sanitize, stick a needle in my arm, regardless of knowing if the contents of this said needle may or may not fu k myself up, the human population and the future children of humanity. Everyone seems to believe in the words from government,…