The journey …

But little by little, as you left their voices behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds and there was a new voice, which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the...

I haven’t told my garden yet …

I haven’t told my garden yet … Lest that should conquer me. I haven’t quite the strength now To break it to the Bee … I will not name it in the street For shops would stare at me … That one so shy … so ignorant Should have the face...

Forgiveness & the Healing Process

‚ÄčIn the end, what matters is not whether letting go of a wrong is a question of forgiveness, it’s having the capacity to break out of a destructive cycle, to find our unique path to healing and the courage to face a different future.  Cynthia Ransley...

A poem … by Rumi ….

This being human is a guest house, Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.Welcome and entertain them all!Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows, who...