Stone Still

If you look deeply into the photograph, civilization is within the rock. We human beings are part of nature, part of rock/stone, contained within it, not separate from it! See! Photo taken at Toronto Lakeshore. Look and see the CN Tower within the stone, feel the stone within us, solid and still. Stone is part…

A little pick-me-up

Sometimes guilt and shame can be so blanketed and hidden that we aren't even aware it is there. During my healing process, (which began in 2016 in earnest), I was drawn to solitude. I craved quiet and fed myself a quiet holistic lifestyle; learning the healing tools I needed along the way. I wasn’t volunteering…

Twilight in the frog pond

Mysteries dwell in the pond deep and murky Unknown 🍃 Sundown paints the scene in lengthening shadows Darkness 🍃 Seamlessly noise ceases gloom begets the quiet Wonder 🍃 Trust where the light has gone twilight in the frog pond Surrender. 🍃 Acrylic creation @mymedicineislove. To gain the higher perspective, we must go deep into the…

Self Appreciation

✨ “Who are you today?” she asks me. ✨ As I sit, sipping peppermint tea. I ponder Who am I? Why in this moment I am contented happy hinting to blissful even. A smug smile hints at the corners of my mouth. I am a yogi sitting smiling in this moment amid the hustle and…

Sourdough

Dining in on artisan sourdough, almond butter and a delicious raspberry jam gifted from a friend, I sat in the sunshine-baked apartment happily munching. Inspiration touch-down! It is Father Sky coupling with Mother Earth that brought all of these delicious and nutritious foods to me I thought as I bit into the tasty sustenance. It…

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…

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. I notice what is not needed for their winter coat is cast-off…

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…