I hold Arjuna in my lap pry open her mouth. She jerks away and races around the house. “I will not hurt you,” I plead. “It is just medicine to make you well so you can dance in life’s joy.” So the Beloved whispers to me each day as that Power pries open […]
Dear readers: I am in the final stages of writing a new book, which tells a story of spiritual transformation. This is a chapter from it, a teaching that came while writing my novel, The Baby Pact. Enjoy! Awaken in Soul I sit at my computer editing my novel The Baby Pact. My protagonist swims with her boyfriend in […]
The music of morning: chirp chirp, cluck wee wee slip slip yee yee yee woo wit woo wit. A waning moon glows against pale rosy blue drip drip of dew breeze wraps like a cool cloak. Thump, thump, thump… My heart plays the percussion of this love symphony amplifying It throughout the Cosmos.
“I don’t know.” Words like aspirin stuck in the throat. But I try them out roll them around on my tongue until suddenly they turn to cherry ice cream! The more I say them the more I glide. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know what’s best for you or […]
When storm clouds darken the west turn around. A rainbow blooms to the east. When dawn blazes scarlet turn around. Pink feathers brush the sky. When a tear drips down your cheek turn to the Beloved. A compassionate heart expands— fills the Universe with love.
Sure I do my work clean the house love friends and family everyone else too and especially my Beloved. I feed my cat eat lots of vegetables and do my spiritual practice. Beyond that, my life is none of my business. All is in the hands of the Beloved.
Wildflower, the spark ignites within. The Sun’s rays warm you and with great exuberance you break free of the dark, crusty earth and bloom. As storm clouds rumble and spring winds swirl you bend and sway in a hula of love.
The dew drop forms on a pear blossom glistens in first light trembles in a breeze slips onto a lizard tongue and loses itself in giving.
The moon observes the shifting tides high, low through day and night phased not but fully aware that all responds to its gravity. P.S. Enjoy The Inner Adventure posts in your own email box. I invite you to subscribe below. Image: depositphotos.com
On a moonless night it seems they harm me that mate sister brother mother father friend neighbor stranger. With a look a word a finger a fist— slayed. But the Beloved reveals no thing no one can. Soul in its glory is impervious as the sky. Only I through what I hold dear […]