The Forge. {poetry}
In the forge of her will, she melted herself down in the white hot heat, the last glowing embers of survival rolled over in surrender.
Life Is a Gift: There Is No Room for Insecurity.
Something came to mind last week that I wanted to share. I remembered that life is a gift. Bear with me! I know this is something we all know. But it comes in and out of our awareness at different times, doesn’t it? Usually if we lose someone close to us, or if we or somebody we love has a ...
You Do Have Time to Be Creative.
"What does it pay?" The people ask. That's all they want to know. It's amazing but true that creative work can be a real conversation-stopper.
Be like the Lotus: Evolutionary Journey of a Soul.
As we journey through life, evolutionary astrology can help us better recognize and appreciate the evolutionary gates we are asked to pass through as we mature as adults and deepen our soul’s evolution, allowing our wisdom to unfold from within. Much as the lotus does bloom through the mud, so ...
Sung Home: Chapter Thirty Three. {fiction}
Frank paused to look around at our astonished faces. Tochuku looked like a kid who had gone around to the same houses twice at Halloween.
Notre Dame Burns Along with the Collective Psyche.
If we make her a virgin mother, we don’t have to glorify feminine sexuality... So as a collective, we go along with the only acceptable Feminine archetype.
Embrace Your Authentic Self, Even in the Face of Prejudice.
It takes courage to face those who would call anyone 'not normal'. I wish we were all loving people, who celebrate the beauty of humanity's diversity.
No-Self Love: When the Self Drops Away.
According to Buddhist philosophy, thinking that we are or have a self, a thing we can identify with, is the primary cause of all human suffering.
Soul vs Ego: Open to What Your Life Could Be.
Human life is full of paradox, as exemplified in breathing, the very thing that keeps us alive. We cannot breathe in without breathing out and vice versa.
Notre Dame: Hymns in the Night. {poetry}
When it comes down to it, within the bones, and the heart, a song forms, ancient memory rides into the chill night air. We know what to do.