Poetry Friday
The Guest House This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them… Continue reading
The Guest House This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them… Continue reading
This showed up on my Facebook news feed today – I am sure it showed up for many of you too. My heart breaks all over again. How do you feel when you… Continue reading
You have traveled too fast over false ground; Now your soul has come to take you back. Take refuge in your senses, open up To all the small miracles you rushed through. Become… Continue reading
The free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wings in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. But… Continue reading
A few weeks ago, a reader called Mary, left this comment on Journeying Beyond: I’m glad I stumbled on this site. No one tells you how your going to feel after. The emotions,… Continue reading
Autobiography in Five Short Chapters I I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk I fall in. I am lost … I am helpless. It isn’t my fault.… Continue reading
For Belonging May you listen to your longing to be free. May the frames of your belonging be generous enough for your dreams. My you arise each day with a voice of… Continue reading