A poem — I saw just now again the garden at dusk, beyond the open glass doors. I saw the white narcissus and star lilies in the moonlight, luminous and perfect. I was supposed to be somewhere else, but I stayed, remembering. For I had been here before and forgotten how everything mattered. How the radiance…

This is a hard one. But Eleanor Roosevelt knew what she was talking about. The former First Lady ranked in the top nine most widely admired people of the twentieth century. Her legacy, one among many, was to tell us “The choices we make are ultimately our own responsibility.” Yet…

It is already within you, like the music of the spheres — Spirit is an indwelling Presence. Seeing the galaxy inside the sphere in the image above reveals a symbol of the ever-expanding nature of who you are and who you are meant to be — living within temporary borders, yet always moving beyond boundaries. These words come from the spiritual teacher…

Care about what you are doing… — Let yourself emerge… If left to your own devices, with no outside influence, what is it that brings you your greatest feeling of happiness? What most brings you joy? Are you doing what you love…? These would seem simple questions and easily answered. But, in truth, as we go about…

Even if at times I wanted to imagine I was somewhere else — I lived in Woodstock for a year from 2019–2020. In terms of housing, the bungalow I was in was the coldest and most uninsulated place I’d ever been, and so old it gave access to all kinds of insects and other creatures that lived off the mountain road I was…

Rebecca Romanelli is a true storyteller…I am never able to skim through what she writes, but instead become immersed in the momentum of her journeys into the dream world and into reality. Her voyages at all levels explore the truth of who she is and offer us a connection into…

And the power of imagination… — When you meet a person who sees no practical use for reading fantasy, you know they have kept hidden the child who is still within them. That child is meant to be known and to thrive, no matter what age we are. Our inner world is an ever-ongoing multidimensional bounty…

A con artist meets his match… — NOTE: I wrote this magician’s tale a few years back and lo and behold, it got an honorable mention in a Writer’s Digest anthology. The thing is, I never sent the story to them, so that outcome is a mystery. …

They cannot seem to help themselves — and it’s why they feel they have to follow an ignorant and angry blowhard — This message will be short… Republicans are always angry, it seems. When is the last time you heard something uplifting said to us by a Republican politician or one of his or her followers? Something life-giving? Something hopeful? It is as if that ignorant blowhard they inexplicably admire and sometimes…