There is a reality that your body/heart/soul understands–I call this primary or radical knowing. Then there is the story made … Continue reading Primary Knowing
I remember being a worried little girl– and really, really sad. I was frequently overwhelmed with sorrow and fear.(It took … Continue reading Strength from Poetry
Yarn of Love These sticks and stones Barblings were made for my dear friend, Becky, who lost her sister to … Continue reading Sticks and Stones Doll Stories I
What another incredible morning–another blessed gift–to awake infused with the feeling of being boundless, boundaryless, where consciousness is located outside … Continue reading Mindlessness
What brought me here? To this small town, to this old house, to these people? I have never been afraid … Continue reading Barbara and Maggie and Maud, oh My!
The commotion woke me–I rolled over and turned on the light; both Maggie and Maud were calmly looking at something … Continue reading Marauding Maud’s Plunder