Lesley S. King

Every experience is a journey in spirit. A poem by my friend Mary Johnston illustrates this perfectly. My Lesson from Boston There was a terrorist attack at my front door today The bomb was constructed meticulously with wires of worry and angst over all that had to be done in a day The explosive fuel [...]

Creativity is about suspending thought and living in the airy state of Divinity. This video is a delicious illustration. For the best experience, watch it full screen. Thanks to Bryan Smith of Reel Water Productions. For some lighter-than-air reading, check out Running Waterfalls.

With a phone to my ear, I pace from my kitchen to my living room and back. My palms sweat. My throat constricts and my heart beats fast. Occasionally a voice within says, “You’re failing. This is terrible.” But I ignore it, call on my Beloved and keep talking. No, I’m not breaking up with [...]

With a prompt from my publisher I open a document and read the first unfavorable review for my novel, The Baby Pact. It is inevitable. I have received a number of positive ones so I knew a negative one would likely come. After all, that is the dual way of the lower worlds. What surprises [...]

Recently I turned down a book contract. Even as I write this I shake my head, incredulous. This might very well be an author’s greatest sin. But I had to. The Beloved has shown me that the physical world is practice. It is the playground where I hone my skills that ultimately take me into [...]

Today I’m going out to sell diamonds. It is part of a whole process in which I’m giving away and selling things that no longer serve my life. Besides that more lofty reason, I could use the cash. The diamonds are gifts from a time when my family and I valued such things. Though I [...]

I wake in the dark at midnight, my mind with an imperative command: Launch my novel, The Baby Pact. The thought is so unyielding and potent that I throw aside my covers to climb out of bed so I can head to my computer. Yes, I will do a launch, and I will begin NOW. [...]

When I ally myself with beauty, truth and love, my whole creation follows.

“I’m all in, calling out your name, Even if I lose the game. I’m all in, I’m all in for life.”—Lifehouse A year ago, all of my writing work ceased to nourish me, so I either left it or it left me. I wrote about this parting in the post I Can’t Wait to Go [...]

Through my daily spiritual practice, I prepare the soil and plant the seed. The Divine graces the flower.