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…
✨ “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…
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…
Thirty-One Moons, Poetry from Earth, has landed and is available to purchase online at global on-line publication retailers. This sacred body of creativity is a portal to the invisible realms we inhabit in every moment when we open ourselves up — mind body and soul — to the wisdom of the ages, the natural sages…
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…
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…
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…
I am grateful for joy, for God the Creator, the Good and Fruitful Mother Earth, for art, for transcendent bliss. I am grateful for the sun, the moon, stars and galaxies. For kindness and compassion, grace and fortitude. Lace and velvet, cotton and linen, dresses and feeling pretty. Solitude and peace, dance and faith. Purity…
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…
A morning visit to the Art Gallery of Ontario recently and the powerful beauty of the evening sky invoked something ancient and deep within which I would like to share. I attended a ceremony honouring the indigenous children who never returned home from the residential school system they attended; the dead, the surviving and the…
My Medicine is Love 