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Memoirs of a Past Life Tourist
Past Life Tourist: Remembering Love
I coax no fish today. There will be a hollow in my stomach as I have run out of brown food and the winter months continue long past the time that spring is meant to appear. It is… Read More
Our Legacy
Our only real legacy when we shed this life and fly for home is what we did for one another. How well did we love? How kind were we? What moments of compassion or understanding did we share with one… Read More
The Promised Land
“Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.” Rumi “There’s a new world somewhere, they call the promised land”. These words have echoed in my mind, unbidden, on many occasions in the… Read More
Reflections
“If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?” Rumi Have you ever noticed how patterns in life will keep repeating until we finally “get it”? For me this was never as apparent as when… Read More
The Love Revolution
“May you live in interesting times.” Ancient Chinese Curse “There’s a new world somewhere, they call the promised land”. These words have echoed in my mind, unbidden, on many occasions in the past few years like some echoed… Read More
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