"Authentic food!"
October 12, 2007
A radiant collaborator in our ongoing development of the Human Soul.
|
You are not connected to Tish
want to grow your network?
Hold on to what is good,
October 12, 2007
A radiant collaborator in our ongoing development of the Human Soul.
January 1, 2007
deeply
surprisingly abundantly November 3, 2006
Here's just a few words to express how thankful I am to have made Tish's acquaintance.
Sister Tish is truly a gem and a beauty to behold. Her kind and thoughtful words have brightened many dark days. Girl's got a heart of gold and she's a Tarot card extraordinaire to boot! I'm so happy for her and her beau. It's good to see good things happening to good people. peace n blessings, Mo April 12, 2006
"we" thank U tish, 4 B ing "U"....and 4 Re: membering thru and thru.......it iz an honor 2 "work" with U "again" deer friend......
March 19, 2006
Tish was one of my first friends on Tribe and she has often helped me find balance both in my writing and my personal life. I truly value her. One day I hope to meet her in person to share our inspirations and muse messages face to face.
"Authentic food!"
"Scratching Post-Open Mike"
"This comes highly recommended"
"Year's best CD"
"Best Indian vegetarian restaurant in Seattle"
"The healing power of the dark goddess"
"Will touch the very depths of your soul"
"For some wicked fun"
|
“What is insanity, anyway? Is it when you scream and everyone else whispers, or is it when you fight for what's right, even when everyone else thinks your wrong?”
Tue, November 11, 2008 - 12:52 PM
permalink -
3 comments
I wonder where she is now
Mon, November 3, 2008 - 3:57 PM
permalink -
1 comment
The little girl with visions Sitting crying in the corner of her class No one understands That she could taste our tears before they descend To gather in puddles at our feet She saw me and my pain But dubbed me an angel anyway... I think she's on to something
As clouds daintly slumber
Tue, October 2, 2007 - 7:31 PM
permalink -
7 comments
I track the wind on rippled sand and listen to its fertile tongue speak prompting me steadily through liquid glass as cold as arctic white I fail with my own eyes the remnants of beach life until I capture the movement of sea air to a palm filled with unruptured hope
|