I whisper this soul song in pale amber light, strong and spiraling flakes of snow across the heart like sweet ice rain over gray, blue night. I whisper like a chick can sing for seed or a baby coo for warm milk. There's no autumn, for the leaves have fallen down the slopes to the... Continue Reading →

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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