My heart is telling me to savor the silence relish the pace that stillness delivers My focus intensifies Plunging the depths of now profoundly My heart is telling me that joy knows my name An echoing loudly, proudly proclaimed A splendid song tumbles . . . dancing and frolicking with rippling waves of laughter…
The silence of winter frames my window A skeletal tree strikes its eternal pace It presences dormant power Inner vibrance flows and empowers The trunk garners resilience amid wind, snow and hail Steadfastly holding its space Moving, yet firmly in place Graceful dignity permeates Spiraling branches reaching Time bestows long earned trust and mirth to ...…
Journaling is an ancient tradition, one that dates back to at least 10th century Japan. One could even think of the first initial cave art as a journal entry. As long as we have existed we have sought to express our inner workings. Our inner lives are at least as big, if not bigger than ...…