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Phoenix Rising

“ There is an eternal landscape, a geography of the soul; we search for its outlines all our lives.” – Josephine Hart There is still ice on the rooftops and it’s bone chilling cold outside, a new year has dawned from … Continue reading

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All is calm, all is bright…

“ We shall find peace. We shall hear angels. We shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.” – Anton Chekhov   A small note to wish you all well during this beautiful season!  

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The Way Is Love, Part 2

“ The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.” – Alan Watts The last days of summer are upon us and I have made it through that … Continue reading

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Sacred Pause

Like a half-remembered dream I find myself drawn to the places where I dwelt as a child. To the sun-lit paths of the cedar-scented forest gathering heart-shaped stones and fallen pine cones along the way To the wind-swept wild beaches … Continue reading

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The Beat Of An Unknown Heart

“ There are things known and things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception.” – Aldous Huxley I’m sitting at my desk on what I hope will be a warm and sun-filled day, I love the feel of … Continue reading

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Geography of the Heart

“If you want to know me, look inside your heart.” – Lao Tzu Lately, I find myself in quiet moments running invisible fingertips over the smooth and somewhat bumpy terrain of my heart. It’s not as if I’ve locked away … Continue reading

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Into the Green

“ The heart of another is a dark forest.” – Gloria Vanderbilt Rain is falling, the dark forest beyond my windows mist-shrouded and full of mystery; I can almost hear the raindrops as they fall onto the trees, a soothing sound … Continue reading

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