The gift

About 9 years ago I was given a gift, it was so beautiful,  wrapped in love and a big old bow of hope,promises and joy. I didn’t open it, just put it on the window sill so I could admire it everyday

A year and a half ago I took it down and started poking at it and shaking it,  and finally opened it, the box was full of darkness. I couldn’t believe it, all year I searched it, wave after wave of darkness, funny thing as I went through this , on the physical side of my journey I began to lose my vision, I am now blind in one eye with limited vision in my other.  Finally down in the bottom of the box, in the darkestS 

  corner I found something.  I pulled it out into the light and there it shone, a teaching… Do not let ego, fear  or doubt trip you up on your heart’a path. Trust  what makes you happy

When I listen I can hear that little voice telling me to have faith

My eye operation is in December, the doctor said there are no guarantees but it can’t get worse

As for the pretty wrapped box … I threw it out yesterday


on writing….

why do you write

,do you write because you have no other choice?do you write because you have too?

do you write because if you didn’t you would not breathe?why do you write?

do you write to paint with words and make ideas new?do you write to try and see new ways of looking at old things?

do you write because the human spirit is so vast and endless you try to understand small bits of it?

do you write to heal,teach,learn,laugh,?l  why do you write??why do you

spirit growing…

honor all life’s lessons,for it is not what is done to you that counts,

it is how your spirit responds that matters

remember that people do the best they can at the time,

“until they know better” (Maya Angelou)

stay gentle

stay loving

stay kind

be forgiving

for we will all need forgiving too

metta to all



tree of life

i have sat with the morning’s dawn,greeting the sundancers as they filed into the circle

steam rose from the warm washcloths i handed to each dancer,it was an honor to be of service in this holy space

every thought,every action was a prayer

a prayer of thanksgiving

a prayer for strength

a prayer for all peoples

in the circle’s center stood the tree of life

four days…four nights

the people’s love of the earth and all others demonstrated again and again

i was blessed by the tree of life and my spirit flew3 1638