Rites of Passage

Our experiences being handed up to rising stars, our youth, progeny, future. Media of all types and norms, hieroglyphs, petroglyphs, visions of the future recreated from past. Inspiring and witnessing greatness and passion

Never Spent

Colors fading, roe depleted Vibrant purpose Still within Another life Another season Regenerate a generation From without and then again From within Progeny bolting forward Not one but all Around again Know from what they came A scale from one to ten It only counts if you're counting From without and then again From within

My Heart is Wide Open

Yes, I’m on everyone’s wrong side for the first time in my life. Reminds me of the John Lennon song, “Oh My Love” with perhaps the same sentiment, I’m not sure. It’s such an unusual space for me, being a natural truth and justice seeker, peacemaker, but the path seems clear for the first time... Continue Reading →

Here

Here is that. Certainly, an ownership term. Here – never – there – but here. It is my job to be here. I have chosen this. I want to be here. I am here. My energy is here. My soul is here. I won’t leave here. I make here for me, and you. You feel... Continue Reading →

I Choose Me and You Choose You

  It was the summer of 2012 that I was curious about Soul Work and began reading Dr. Michael Newton’s books “Journey of Souls” and “Destiny of Souls” and then many books by Dr. Brian Weiss about past life regression and healing our current ills.  Both authors described Life Between Lives experiences they learned in... Continue Reading →

Anniversary Gifts

He said, “You know it’s all contrived, it’s acting, its not real.” We were watching the best of "Britain's Got Talent" where the performers are talented and spiritual, letting themselves loose to go beyond the norm. I felt joyful watching their limitless talents spring forth, so I knew it was real. It’s how I want... Continue Reading →

Uncle Johnny

He died in July of 1980 when Norin and I were on our honeymoon in Tahiti, but I didn't know he was gone until we returned home two weeks later.  "Johnny died" my mother whispered over the phone.  I was sitting on the burgundy Victorian sofa in the living room of the house I rented... Continue Reading →

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