Lesley S. King

I’m working peacefully at my computer when I glance out the window and see a six-foot cedar post. I stand to look more closely and come to find that my neighbor is erecting a coyote fence between her property and mine. Immediately, my mind goes into emergency mode. It’s alarmed about the fence placement, which […]

This is The Inner Adventure’s first fictional publication, a short story by one of my writing class participants. It is an adventurous journey into love’s great flow. The Waterfall: Finding a Power Within a short story by Theresa Dunford The day he told me he loved me was also the day I learned he was […]

Winter Spring Summer Or Fall All you have to do is call And I’ll be there. You’ve got a Friend.—James Taylor

Chloe Kyle, a participant in my writing class, wrote this inspiring essay. I invite you to journey with her as she discovers what’s truly important in life. In the dark of night, I find myself rigid with spinal pain once again, an experience that has dogged my life since an accident in my teens. My […]

I call on the Beloved and easily sign my name on an agreement to lease out my late mother’s house. While the new tenants sign, I glance at the kitchen where we stand, its white counter and clean paint. Though darkness settles out the window, here all is bright. But later, back at my own […]

I stand within my late mother’s empty bedroom, where the scent of mildew taints the air. I note the empty wall where the TV hung and the four indentations on the carpet where the bed sat. Only a few piles of miscellaneous things clutter the floor. Most absent is the beautiful being with whom I […]

My mind feared facing life after my mother passed on to her next adventure. However, I’ve come to see that when I stay with the Beloved, the moments of sadness come and I cry and then they go. I stay in the now and let them pass like waves. They soften me and open my […]

Recently I disappointed a friend. We were to meet up and I didn’t show. I apologized but was not forgiven. So I sit with a heavy heart. In the face of her anger my mind has a dozen excuses. My mother just transitioned. I haven’t slept. I’m planning a memorial service for 75. In the […]

It’s Saturday night, and just as I settle under the bed covers, the phone rings. I pick up and hear the voice of my mother’s caregiver. “She has a nosebleed that’s not stopping.” I call on the Beloved. My mom comes on the line. “I’m pressing the button,” she says, meaning her Lifeline, a signal […]

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 […]