Complete. Finish. Finalize. End. These are all words that tend to elude me, I must confess. I have so many goals and projects started. I have song lyrics half written, book ideas outlined and some books even almost finished. Yet…
Today I’m sharing a song I wrote many, many . . . yes many . . . years ago. I hope its message will uplift and encourage you today. “Well don’t you know, after the snow the mountaintop sends down…
An old African proverb suggests “When death finds you, make sure it finds you alive.” What wonderful advice to live by! It’s inspiring to me. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t fear death, but I’m not inviting it either. This…
For some time I’ve been aware that we can clutter our minds, but it caught me off guard to realize that my soul can also be full of clutter. I was reading from Francis Weller’s The Wild Edge of Sorrow…
So the sun is in your eyes, you say. It blinds you. You cannot see. It causes you to tear up and makes you to back away, to turn away. But no, my precious one. Do not turn away. Just…
I see you, my beloved, as you walk the narrow corridor flanked by memories on each side; touching them, smelling them, feeling them with every breath you take. I see you, and I reach out my hand to you. I…
It’s a new day. A new start. A new opportunity. It’s a day to embrace your boldness. Yes, you have been here many times – standing at the doorway, looking out and into a forest you could not trust, looking…
My precious child, may I have this dance? Will you come with me to the middle of the dance floor? To the clearing in the forest? To the meadow where the sun glistens? Come with me. Hear the music. Feel…
Feel the brokenness in your soul. Let it break. Let it break without fear that you will be rendered fractured, deemed worthless, and tossed away. You have seen that happen time and time again. Something breaks. Its owner throws it…
Listen, my beloved, to the music of nature that surrounds you. Open your ears. Hear creation calling out in serenade to you. Music. It’s in the gentleness of the wind that gushes past, and in the soft breeze that blows…