I want to read a book that has not yet been written. I want to finish the book which I have not yet begun. There is spiritual safety in walking down one's chosen path rather than along the outskirts of someone else's. There are so many stories left undiscovered, broken beneath the heels of careless boots. We, at times, feel the weight upon our spine. Porcupine quills sit neatly in rows, laughing at our eyes.

With his eyes of soul and arms of leather, he sits waiting for the ripples to reach him. There is something he knows, yet has never found, but has always been around his shoulders like a warm friend. Does he realize his own beauty? Beauty, real beauty, is not always beautiful. But that is why it is beautiful. What we don't understand we are so quick to judge! Some things just are. With an open heart comes an open mind. Beneath the flesh we are all vulnerable and delicate, each one of us born ... read more

Today I saw a tiny elderly asian woman struggling to lift and carry tearing plastic bags of empty bottles. She made her way toward the doors of the liquor store for the promise of the $.05 refund. Within those plastic bags she had more than her own weight to carry. Her thin, ailing fingers wove fraying pieces of rope between the strained handles of these dedicated bags. How would I have been able to walk past her? I couldn't. I wouldn't. I offered her the freedom of my empty hands and carried... read more

If I could take you from this place to carry you home, you know I would. Here in this place there exists no pain, no suffering, no lonliness. It is here in this place where you will know your home by the light which eminates through walls of creation. Your heart and spirit have never left, still, we wait for your return. This is a place without the need for words from lips. Your anchor is still tethered to the star. I will be here waiting for you as I always have, and always will be. We walk... read more

I will never forget the presence of God. The bus moved steadily through the beauty of the painted landscape of the Nevada desert, and I became one with the Universe, one with Spirit, one with God. The setting sun, slowly moving with the grace and captivation of a dancer, cast its soft white light, so pure and beautiful, that even the shadows welcomed it into their homes. With my face pressed hard against the window I felt myself moving beyond the material boundaries of glass. All souls, with... read more