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.
Inflamed Tears
Making Our Souls Blossom
Remember that song -- what the world needs now is love? Here's a beautiful sentiment that I think we could use, and even more so right now: via Making Our Souls Blossom... Hope it gives you a lift too amidst the heavy energy of the planet right now.
The Cherokee Knew
A fellow blogger's post reminded me of a pondering earlier this week. While I am a spiritual person, I haven't joined an organized religion for decades. Listening to others, some are dogmatically committed to one and only one belief system --- declaring their way is right and the only way. It may be right for …
Anon
September tugs at August October overshadows September. Leaves falling in August a premature ejaculation of autumn leaves one unfulfilled and looking to September for more. More warmth, more comfort, a lingering embrace to hold on to the moments of bliss. As an adult, I love September and August too. It's just too soon to feel …
Another Mystery of the Egg…
Telling me to pay attention. The Universe is speaking.
Poinsettia Miracles
Starring the close of each year and darkest, darkest night, the Poinsettia's striking winter appearance hails worldwide wishes of generosity and good cheer. A Plant of Many Miracles... Love Rooted around miracles and the power of love, Mexican legend paints a heartwarming story around the Poinsettia. While details vary, it's essentially about a meager child …
I Remember
It Must be Spring…
A surprise view from my kitchen window... may bring another surprise of baby chicks... We'll see.
