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All In for Love

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 […]

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My Life Is None of My Business

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.

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Thank the Shadow

It seems its only job is to thwart me, that illness that shrivels my strength to a crinkly rose petal that neighbor whose threats break down doors into may past where I once huddled shivering that job that presses like a spring gale always wanting more.   But when I call on the Beloved I see. . […]

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The Sacred Vessel

Please enjoy this guest post by clay artist and poet Lynne McCarthy. The Sacred Vessel Your beautiful And tender Hands Mold me, As potter’s clay, I Spin On Wheel Till form take shape, And sacred Vessel My God Create— Pure and Gentle, Your hands Pinch and pull Till with clay, Soft and wet, Made Whole, […]

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Homeland

You enter the Soul Protection Program all the old identities gone the torture of being an agent of Kal* finally ceased.   You live in a kind of heaven a palace below a limitless sky distant blue mountains shimmer fat doves drink from a fountain. Now you work for the side of giving rather than […]

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Na Pali, Kauai

I Will Always Want You

I will always want you The Beloved says to me. I think back to my mother who didn’t When I was born The lovers who did But then left or I left them The employers who did But paid little and pushed hard And then disappeared The friends who I no longer see The wine […]

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Dwell in Love

I see a stunning scarlet poppy field backed by blue mountains, the beauty easing my being on a cold Monday morning. But then I look at the source of this image on my Facebook timeline and my sense of peace turns to ire. “How dare she post this with no credit to the photographer!” I […]

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The Bare Necessities of Life

Chloe Kyle, a participant in my writing class, wrote this inspiring essay. I invite you to journey with her as she discovers what’s truly important in life. In the dark of night, I find myself rigid with spinal pain once again, an experience that has dogged my life since an accident in my teens. My […]

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The Beloved’s House

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 […]

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All Is a Love Song

How Do I Listen to Thee?   In my morning practice I listen to the words and sentences And the whispers in between.   When a challenge arises in my day I listen to the quiet voice That helps me find my way.   While I work, Does my computer hum or grind? I listen. […]

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