Poetry, storytelling and song writing are members of the same family. I have a deep appreciation for the literary arts and believe that creative writing whatever its form, render a fleeting glimpse, a snippet of insight into the author’s inner world. To live an unexamined life is our greatest travesty and consequently we cannot grow as we are intended to without putting ourselves under a compassionate lens of scrutiny. Writing can do this by giving us a strategy to crystallize those fleeting thoughts and emotions that so often elude clarity and self knowing. Journaling, writing poetry can be a catharsis in this process leading to a new awareness of whom and what we are, warts and all. The journey of self discovery ultimately opens the door to the spiritual growth and evolution we so richly deserve.
Somewhere beyond the drone of the beehive psyche lies a pastel mindscape imbued with gentle hues of knowing. A perspective uncluttered, unhurried, free of conflict, of wants and needs; desiring-less; and here, in sated silence, serenity dwells. [...]
"No matter how dark the situation,let me hold on to the steady light of hope" . “Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all.” ~ Emily Dickinson Intuitive [...]
“The path to true equanimity is the whole hearted, unrestricted co-operation with the unavoidable” Tomorrow; a blurred prophecy obscure and abstract,spawning hollow threats,empty promises,predicated on perhaps. Mental constructscontainingdelusional hopes,delirious desires,destiny’s defeats. Today; irrational fear embodied,maladaptivecoping strategiesdesigned to fail; as if we knew. Colliding with the unavoidable, [...]
"Soul is not a thing, but a quality or dimension of experiencing life and ourselves.It has to do with depth, value, relatedness, heart and personal substance." ~ Thomas Moore Within the heart lies a sacred space,an arena of abiding splendor, peaceful [...]
“This existence of ours is as transient as autumn cloudsTo watch the birth and death of beings is like looking at the movements of a dance.A lifetime is like a flash of lightning in the sky,Rushing by, like a torrent [...]
The best time to plant a tree is twenty years ago. The second best time is now.~ Chinese Proverb Why men could choose to do yoga. The operative word here is “choose”; it’s always about choice in everything we [...]