We may think the moon is standard. As if it comes each night, bright, into the evening sky, as expected, and resides, dimly, hanging on each day. Waiting for the night. Again. I know a Moon, the brightest star in the sky, that is otherwise. An unpredictable individual. Mesmerizing as if she were a piece…
Category: Ether
Discovering your inner voice singing
If I was a writer I would write the word of wisdom I would pen the song of peace I would ring the bell of freedom That brings us to our knees
I wanted his red T-shirt. The one he left this world in. ‘You don’t want his shirt,’ the mortician said. ‘It was ripped. We had to cut it off him. I don’t think I even know where it is.’ I followed his eyes down as he glanced towards the garbage can.
Ghost floating on the sea. Oh, come to me, this Hallows’ Eve. I’m moving, again. Away from this place on the Salish Sea. You’ve never been here. We painted the house Studio Green with paint that shimmers and shades in the light. We gutted the gardens, the ones that weren’t really there; just weeds and…
I’m on the sofa. Pulling the faux fur throw up to my chin to be cozy, I expose my perimenopausal feet, then reach for the remote control. The front window wall of blinds rises simultaneously exposing the sun scorched grasses, the shoreline of driftwood, and the Salish Sea. The waves are coming in. Romeo approaches…
It is our feeling and recognition of separation that takes us further from who we are as our true self and also further from our view of ourselves as a joined collective, which comes from one Divine Source.
I like Jim who runs the local organic food store, Heaven On Earth, downtown. His fitting, friendly ‘WELL, HEL-LO THEERE!’, followed by snappy conversation about anything new with you is simply dandy. He could have been a radio broadcaster. Today, though, he wasn’t to be seen or heard. No sight of him slipping a tastier-than-thou…
i hate to complain but things are the same everything only slightly different each morning when i wake i can hardly open my eyes
I lay on my yoga map, following meditation. I feel grounded in my body. Here, is not where I want to be. Elevated, is the state I seek to rest within.
I used to say, my son died. Now, I say, he passed away. I used to say, I have two children, then one, then two. Now, three. I used to say, this is fun. There was joy. Then, no more. The times that came, went. I went away when my joy left, that little boy, who…