Oh, I am very weary, though tears no longer flow; my eyes are tired of weeping, my heart is sick of woe. --- Anne Bronte I am in a strange place. My highly sensitive (HSP) clouded brain lags behind the swift and monumental changes swirling around me. Three years of processing continual loss --- of …
How to Find Pathways to Peace in Tumultuous Times
The wisdom of sages throughout history still applies today...
Nature Teacher: Adapting
A wise man adapts himself to circumstances, as water shapes itself to the vessel that contains it. -- Chinese Proverb One of the first trees I planted 30 years ago was an Ornamental Pear. Inexperienced at the time, I planted it at woodland's edge thinking the forest would showcase its white blossoms. That pear tree …
Nature Teacher: Believing is Magic
Can you see the magic of Spring?
Messages from Above for Below
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Two Better Candidates!
We can be better --- like this...
When Rapid Change Blurs to Standing Still
Some views on processing the mountains of change this year...
Inflamed Tears
This post is a poem about trying to heal from racism's heavy energy throughout America during the George Floyd tragedy which resulted in violence, rioting and destruction.