Reflections On The Journey
I gaze in wonder at the reflection the journey etched in black turned gray I crashed through life more instinct than inspiration surprised to rise again
March 29, 2026 Ever since I can remember, my sister, three years my senior, has been my guide and defender. My first playmate and my interpreter. She spoke
Begin readingI gaze in wonder at the reflection the journey etched in black turned gray I crashed through life more instinct than inspiration surprised to rise again
It is the time for introspection, there are many routes to understanding the nature of our being. I seek to look within and climb to the
Winter has pursed its lips and blown across the surface, freezing waves in their wake. A river with tides that has carried fleet Viking ships and
There is no question that I am at one of the oddest points in my life. I have emerged, I am emerging from a hibernation of
The eruption of tears, the depths of despair, the endless fog, self-neglect and recriminations have abated, if not stopped altogether, but she is still gone.
Con Sistere (To stand with) At the beginning, she asks us to set an intention. Most days I say to myself: Consistency. Thinking it meant repetition.
I gathered with souls in quiet pursuit of the peace and serenity found in the sitting. In this room by the river She asked us not
I am smiling these days— no one to blame but myself. This life I have led, and the one I am living, both satisfy, like a
I wake and see the light ahead— it’s dawn. Memories of my grandmother murmuring over my tear-stained face, a bit of wisdom I have
1 The leaves are falling, Yesterday's dew, white frosting, The heart longs to share. 2 I sit cross legged, savoring deep cleansing breaths, eyes
It’s morning. The radiators are making their gentle symphony for the first time this fall. The day will be filled with writing, learning my piece
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