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 [...]

Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds on the heel that crushed it.—Mark Twain I awaken from my first full night of sleep in weeks. Lemony sun shines in the window, and when I stand I feel a hint of the life force that faded during my two-week illness. In my spiritual practice my body [...]

Today, for the first time, my mother’s dog and my cat will meet. The prospect of this makes my mouth dry and my heart pound. I want them to be friends, so that we can spend time together as a family. Even more importantly, if my cat, Arjuna, could spend the days I care for [...]

Last year just a few days after I bought a Christmas tree for my mother, it died. Its needles dried to a frank crispness, its color turned a dull sage. It shed itself onto the carpet and transformed into Charlie Brown’s original tree. All because I had a Scrooge attitude. When I set out on [...]

Sometimes my cat, Arjuna, jumps up on my desk and saunters between me and my computer screen. Sometimes when I cook, she meows and meows while tangling herself around my ankles. Sometimes while I race through the house en route to somewhere important she leaps up and wraps her legs around my thigh. Often during [...]

I always assumed I would have the whole pie. I worked as a journalist, played in the wilds of New Mexico’s rivers and mountains where I kayaked, skied, biked, climbed and ran, and I traveled the world. But I longed for the missing piece: a mate and child. The yearning felt like a chasm at [...]

I am safe and loved no matter what is happening with my physical body, with my house, with my family and friendships, with my job. I am eternal. I am love.

I spent a decade writing a novel about a woman who races for a dream and gets something even better. Here is the video trailer. (Click on the cowgirl hat.) Please click here to learn more about The Baby Pact. At your local bookstore and on Amazon in October  

“All your pain, worry, sorrow will someday apologize and confirm they were a great lie.”—Hafiz Recently, I nearly drowned in gloom. I had an allergic reaction that sapped my strength and sent me to the couch to nurse a pained stomach for days. I had no strength, no desire to work or communicate with the [...]

In a nest on my porch sits a lone hatchling. I am likely responsible for the death of its siblings. A month ago on my porch I checked the hanging plant that last year hid a nest. But this year I didn’t find one. And yet I sensed there must be one because I had [...]