Conversations in the Garden: On Perspective
“If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.” ~Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden For me, I would say the world IS a garden. A big, beautiful garden full of...
View ArticleFearless Living
“Hope and fear come from feeling that we lack something; they come from a sense of poverty. We can’t simply relax with ourselves. We hold on to hope, and hope robs us of the present moment. We feel...
View ArticlePoetry Sunday-Finding My Core
Finding My Core I stand here at my center while all around me seems to be falling apart. Senseless violence. Memories of loved ones, now gone, bubble up to open the wounds of my heart. And...
View ArticlePoetry Sunday-Inner Critic
Inner Critic Inner Critic (IC)~You can do better, Donna. You know and so do I. I don’t want to hear excuses. I just want to see results. My dear Inner Critic, I know you mean well,...
View ArticlePoetry Sunday: Savoring
Savoring For me, food was always an after thought. Something I had to have to fuel my growing, in-constant-motion- child’s body. Grabbing a bowl of cereal here and there; a quick sandwich....
View ArticlePoetry Sunday: Outside The Box
Outside The Box Soften the edges Erase the boundaries Ease out to see the light. Release the strings And drop the hard surfaces Holding you in so tight. Kick aside the rubble Of your...
View ArticlePoetry Sunday: Given Freely
Given Freely Sometimes in the most hurried, stressful situations, it is worth our while to remember that a smile can light up our world….it can light up the whole world. One small act of kindness,...
View ArticlePoetry Sunday: Dear Truth
Dear Truth Dear Truth: My goodness I was glad to see you! To speak your name~well rant it for a good, almost, 10 minutes. You shook me upside down when I heard you speak. And rung my...
View ArticlePoetry Sunday: The Drought
The Drought Clouds drift along in the blue-grey sky, Words and phrases obscuring the sun. Drifting in and out of my consciousness, Not wanting to be captured on paper. I am like the earth and...
View ArticlePoetry Sunday: The Wild Child
The Wild Child A wild, playful child alone in her world A digger of the earth joined in its holy sepulcher, In solitude she finds her truth Becomes her most vulnerable self Belongs not to the world,...
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