Tag Archives: peace

The Most Valuable Possession

The ability to stay centered in the Love during an attack— that is valuable, much more than any material possession or worldly achievement.

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The Pure House

I must caulk around the lintels patch the roof paint the walls shim the doors fix the leaky faucet confront the pack rats.   I hold my breath the geyser of impatience ready to spew. I must get it done so I can have peace. The Beloved draws me up into His arms, whispers in […]

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Calamity Turns Aside

Dear Adventurous Souls, I am turning the The Inner Adventure posts into a book. In order to do this, I returned to the blog’s early days, a time when my outer life crumbled in order to be built anew. Here is one story from that time. Enjoy! If, like the prophet Noah, you have patience […]

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Lit from Within

Please enjoy this poem by an Inner Adventure reader. Camping Inside, inside this tent You embrace me. I have come full circle without, within, with You. Let us leave together. All behind now. Only One singular love. —Anonymous Image: istockphoto.com If you would like to receive The Inner Adventure posts directly in your email box, […]

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The Lover Appears

At dawn I sit on the porch with my Lover. We sip licorice tea and listen to robins chirp and doves coo.   During the day we work together— sweep the floors cook fennel with snow peas, even the mundane tasks joyful because we are together.   We collaborate on creative projects like this poem. […]

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When Seasons Collide

Fluttery white flakes caress chive blossoms. Piñon smoke licks baby grass. Winter unites with spring birthing Love.

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The Spring of Soul

Winds pummel piñons While above A cirrus smile.

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Silence and Stillness

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

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Live Your Dream

I walk room-to-room with a willowy woman who loves her cats. As we look over the garage, she talks of them, the ones from her past, who have died, and the two in her present life, who remind her of the past ones. She ticks off their names, so many cats that I grow confused. […]

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Open to Love

We never lose anything nor anyone. We simply open to more love

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