The old lover handsome in that rugged way comes to your table holds out his hand and asks you to dance. You know you can follow that ancient desire into his arms two-step across the scuffed wood floor intoxicated by a mind-fogging cologne. But then you remember how, in his aggressiveness, he steps […]
Dear Readers, The time has come. My new book is available on Amazon. I invite you to click here in order to read the first chapter, or simply get a copy of the book. Here’s what it’s about: High on a New Mexico mesa top in a tiny mud hut, Lesley King, while on assignment […]
One cannot rush winter one cannot make the earth warm the buds blossom the sparkling rains fall. Each experience inhales and exhales its own perfect breath, the lessons within the moonless nights and pelting hail. Why wait? Why struggle? Spring is already here! In this moment the sun shines golden within, the […]
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 […]
I put money in real estate in the stock market in that high-yield CD. Goosebumps pimple the skin. How much will I make? the mind wonders. The balance rises as I count the riches a warm blanket of safety across my life. But then…always the condo sits vacant the Dow tumbles I need […]
Though the path is hidden I hike it home. Every step an exercise in trust. The deeper the snow the more I rely on the True Guide.
We stand like that tree with lovers’ hearts, buddys’ brands and lone travelers’ musings, incised long ago now distorted into burnt wounds. Their original meaning is lost in the sap and bark of ages and yet ready in any moment to bleed across our Now, obscuring all truth. Only the Beloved can turn […]
The tiniest flutter of your butterfly wing initiates a hurricane of Love.