What is real?

I ask myself this morning, what is real? I pause I slow I breathe . . . quietly . . and begin to notice my immediate surroundings . . . I tune in to the senses of my body to be fully human is to live and experience life with and through the body. senses…

Listen with Your Heart

Last month, I was witness to the murder of a dear friend I have known for just over a year and a half. My friend lived in the backyard of the house behind my apartment building. Every morning we would commune in silence, listening to the birds and the sounds of the city awakening. The…

Home?

This is a city bus shelter. Every morning I walk the dog. She usually chooses our route. Last week, at least once a day, she took me past this bus shelter where a man was living. The man often held a cigarette and could usually be found sitting hunched over on the bench chatting harmlessly…

Peony’s SHADOW

Morning has broken the veil of the illusion of darkness. Perfection is a trap.  When will we, as the human race, realize WE ARE NOT BEING PUNISHED FOR ANYTHING! as many of the worlds “religions”, including Christianity would and have made us believe.  When knocks and bumps come along our journey, as they inevitably will,…

The Mind Game

It’s no secret that I love you. I don’t have to like you to love you. Love is acceptance. To love you is to accept you just the way you are without trying to change you. To love myself is to accept myself just the way I am. NOW. I struggle some days, often during…