No matter how many times the winds swept me up and battered me about like a game, that tests ones will to survive, it would eventually give me mercy and release its grasp on me. In that release I plummet like a skydiver without…
The Loving Garden was created from the tears of love and is the proof of what Love can really do when you allow it to lead beyond the pain. You will see the beauty again.
You appeared in my photo stream this morning Jon Michael. My soul brother from the ‘90’s.You were my love, my family, my joy, my laughter, my belonging in our mutual orphaned feeling kind of way.I never got to say goodbye- and hope you see…
Because I say I have always walked with God does not mean it has been a saintly life. The walk with God includes stumbling and crawling on your scrapped and bloody hands and knees through the depths of hell and dark nights of the…
At the age of 40, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), who had never married and had no children, was walking through the park in Berlin, when he met a little girl who was crying because she had lost her favorite doll. She and Kafka searched for…
Woke up this morning and this is what I was compelled to write: Each time we rise from the ashes/ our wings of love grow bigger – it is the ultimate choice of Self love when we rise again- then we take flight in…
You’re allowed to leave any story you don’t find yourself in. You’re allowed to leave any story you don’t love yourself in. You’re allowed to leave a city that has dimmed your light instead of making you shine brighter, you’re allowed to pack all…
I was still determined to pull the overgrown weeds in my moms garden months after she passed from CoVid. Nothing with strangle Love ever again.
I just looked down at my flip-flops and realize they say love. Yes, I do walk in love. Every step.
A sunset is a beautiful waning, a denouement to an experience be it a moment, a day or a lifetime. I chose the sunsets of my life – always chasing them before they set in the waters of the pacific. Perhaps subconsciously I was…
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