Lesley S. King

  My memory is for my Beloved. Mind wants to use it to… ride the merry-go-round of the past, dwell on playground kisses and slaps, count my Monopoly money.   Actually… If memory were a book each page would only contain His image.   If memory were a movie every frame would be filled with […]

When the rain pours down onto my shoulders and hair I run for cover. But in this desert there is no shelter except for a scrawny piñon or juniper tree.   I have no choice but to let the rain drench my t-shirt and shorts, soak into my skin and my very bones.   I […]

  The mountain does not try to be majestic. It simply stands tall, letting the light and seasons play across its contours.   The river does not force itself to flow faster or uphill. It simply follows its own frolicking meander to the sea.   The sun does not compete with other stars in the […]

I thought I knew the way having traveled this path long ago but no…I got lost in cryptic directions­: turn right at the T intersection left at the V.   All became muddled in duality.   Stopping in the middle I scream, “I don’t know where I’m going and I don’t know how to get […]

You smell it on the breeze sweet scent of wet piñon and red dust blowing off an advancing thunderhead.   When the towering anvil arrives it casts bruised shadows, pelts all with frozen rain and thunders into your core.   You call on the Beloved hold steady through the storm. Parched desert softens, convictions evaporate.   […]

  Dear Readers, The release of my new book All In for Love has been one of most exciting and fulfilling experiences of my life. Readers have written to tell me how the book has touched them and deepened their spiritual journey. Here are a few of the many five-star Amazon reviews and the link so […]

Please enjoy this guest post by Mary Corcoran. Alma Bella You are already a beautiful garden. You have endured gales and hurricanes, blizzards and blight. Now is your time to thrive. Make ready your inner spring.   Trim back your overgrown, unwieldy self. Prune away what does not serve you. Clear the dried leaves, the sticks and […]

My palms press against water push through to my thighs while my legs flutter.   I move forward.   I don’t try to make the water disappear. I don’t want it to drain away.   Instead I rejoice in the resistance against my muscles which strengthens them with every pull through the glistening ocean of […]

The tiniest flutter of your butterfly wing initiates a hurricane of Love.  

When wolves were reintroduced into Yellowstone National Park two decades ago, many things changed. The forests filled out in places where deer had over-grazed them. Smaller animals such as beavers, otters, songbirds and hawks flourished in the newly abundant ecosystem. And even the rivers changed course due to their shores being strengthened by plant growth. Imagine […]