Lesley S. King

Experiences are the squalls on the great ocean that I am. Image: Kauai

“I want to be cremated and have my ashes spread near the creek on the Big Tesuque Trail in the Santa Fe Mountains.” On a sunny spring morning, I sit at my dining room table and write this in the will I am preparing. I think little of it. It is but a directive for […]

Please enjoy this poem by JoHanna Hartwig. Window Oh sweet one, why do you wander aimlessly in the darkness through the rooms of your mind?   Do you not see the glimpses of Light from the Sun’s porch?   Why continue to shuffle from side to side in a ballroom with no music?   Do […]

Let’s take the Mother Road, Tasting en route the sparking-fat diners the creaky court motels, where we’ll lay waste to the flesh, and carve our initials in the illusion of love, Knowing the real thing waits within ignited by our Friend, Who’s driving us Home.

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 […]

“We have a human body in order to discover our own spiritual essence, and for no other reason. We are not down here simply to create a family, we do not incarnate just to work on an assembly line, and we are not here merely to find the ideal mate or to wear beautiful clothes. […]

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

Dive Soul-First into Love In every moment I suspend thought image the Beloved and act from that vibration of pure love knowing that I am It.   Happy New Year, and thank you for sharing your Inner Adventure with me. Image souce: http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn21/mattbaker64/CliffDiver.jpg

  Rime Ice Aspens shot in the Sangre de Cristo Mountains above Santa Fe

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 […]