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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
Hello Out There?
I was driving home from work one day, stop and go, hurry up and wait and I had found that blissful space between leaving the mad, fast pace of work and before landing in the mad, fast pace… Read More
The Empty Chair
The table is set with the finest china and crystal. My Izzy has outdone herself. She works diligently to keep our family happy during this holiday season, though in the moments she allows herself to be still she… Read More
With a Little Help From My Friend
“Good-byes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.” Rumi Before my friend Janice passed away I had very little knowledge… Read More
Heaven Sent
” My soul is from elsewhere, I am sure of that, and I intend to end up there.” Rumi I rise. As I leave the weight of my body and of the material world behind I feel a… Read More
These are the Days of my Lives
“What if we had a chance to do it again and again, until we finally did get it right? Wouldn’t that be wonderful?” Kate Atkinson, Life After Life There is a theory in Quantum Science, first proposed by… Read More
Lavender
‘As Rosemary is to the Spirit, so Lavender is to the Soul.‘ – Anonymous Gnarled and spotted thumb draws circles upon the worn linen sachet. Careful, careful, I remind myself. The yellowed fabric now so thin the contents… Read More
The Saffron Wars
“Pitiful, foolish son! Why have I been cursed with such a child?” I close my eyes to shut out the sound of her voice. My father’s sunken face sits behind my eyelids. “More flower! Do not shame my… Read More
The Empty Chair
The table is set with the finest china and crystal. My Izzy has outdone herself. She works diligently to keep our family happy during this holiday season, though in the moments she allows herself to be still she… Read More
Waiting Always
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
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