A Patchwork

Mom made us all beautiful quilts, and every semester, my friend Nancy spoke to my writing class about how to quilt. She brought quilts made by her grandmother to class. I wrote this poem during one of her lectures. Inspiration strikes when you least expect it!

I Am a Revolution

I wrote this poem on a silent retreat as I was pondering whether to complete master-level training in Reiki. I was wondering if my father, who had passed away, would approve. Though he was a minister, he and my mother did not fully understand my metaphysical side. In this meditation, I was told I would meet my highest guide. Down the path came my dad beaming, so I thought he was my highest guide. But then, he stepped aside.....

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