Remember What You Are
The sun seeps through the golden beaded seams crimson reflections fill the walls cinnamon warmth growing glowing in askance make something of me use me for your soul let me remind you of your purpose... More »
The sun seeps through the golden beaded seams crimson reflections fill the walls cinnamon warmth growing glowing in askance make something of me use me for your soul let me remind you of your purpose... More »
Morning sun breathes hello tree branches shine with winter cold cat window shadow dance coffee sweet a season in itself summer infused thou not yet spring no sign of leaves nor buds in the sleeping... More »
How do we distinguish between being masochistic and being spiritual? There are so many times in life that it seems a valid goal to be with the situation as it is and not have... More »
Blooming at the threshold I invite you to be here to inhabit this liminal space where illusion begins to disintegrate standing on this razor's edge noticing your breath feeling what it means to live in... More »
I was reading this article, The Unintended Consequences of Hyperhydration on the New York Times website this morning and was shocked by these details: Here is a direct link to the article: http://www.nytimes.com/2007/05/27/magazine/27Bottle-t.html?em&ex=1180497600&en=0ad619333e36f470&ei=5087%0A Americans buy... More »