It’s strange being a human. Caught in this place between instinct and deliberation. Between the construct of society and the truth of the wild. Between the physical and the spiritual. I imagine being a bird or an elephant would be so easy, but maybe because I’m not bird nor elephant – rather I’m something with […]
There once was a web, woven from fear and pain. A web that too many were stuck in. Voiceless, afraid, separated from their truth and their homes. But I am here to tell you that times have changed. The strings have been broken. The pull has been destroyed. Every tangle has been released. We are […]
Let me touch this world gently; I don’t need to raise a storm or bring down a mountain. Let me simply hold a hand and whisper a prayer. Let me gaze upon a delicate flower and share its beauty with the next traveler along the way. I don’t need to be a sun, if I […]
…and then, one by one, they started to remember. They remembered the truth. They remembered that everything they saw, everything they touched, everything they are is love. They looked at one another and saw precious gems of divine love, enclosed in pristine physical displays. They regarded every creature, felt every breeze, knew every sunray as […]
What things in life have soft petals without also having a few sharp thorns? This balance is what makes life so very sweet – the chance to appreciate the complex mixtures between soft and sharp, tenderness and tearing. Too often we instinctively pull back after our fingers are pricked, and we learn to fear the […]
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