Like silk whispering across my skin; a gentle mist kissing my soul; kindness unburdening me; warmth, and cinnamon spice; She comes. Of the Earth,
“All I need is to win the lottery,” Mae often proclaims. “That’s not true,” I tell her. “But if I had enough money, my problems
Sue Bender, in her book Everyday Sacred, uses the symbolism of the bowl to depict the spiritual life. She relates this image to Tibetan monks,
A dark shadowy figure passed the door of my office. It moved on all fours and had a very feline shape, like a panther. I
Although I never met the man, I can imagine him as somehow mesmerizing, with a captivating smile, a soothing throaty voice, or sparkling dark eyes.
I have retrieved my old bicycle and am happily pedaling down the street when I realize that the handlebars are missing. How could I not