Who are we without our Stories of who we are?
And no sooner did I hit “publish” of my last blog entry then I found myself in the bathroom playing …
And no sooner did I hit “publish” of my last blog entry then I found myself in the bathroom playing …
We have time to wait at the portal for our cargo to arrive and we are always a little cranked up as we never know the temperment, strength, and/or mood of the person we are to guide through the first initiation that all must under go…..
A while back my glasses fell apart and I discovered my only back ups were 10 yrs old and NOT …
I was standing in the garden watching the flowers dance in the wind and the wind bringing an occasional brief …
…..One that won’t make me sick. I am an addict! Yes oh Yes I confess. I am addicted to doom …
A possibility of losing some or all of my ability to see with my right eye has appeared on the …
I’ d been thinking about Dawa, about the Dahlia’s and about where the heck I might get a center post …
The day opened to eagerness as I was to have lunch with one of my favorite peeps – KGB – …
Several years back when I first started to consciously apply Buddhist mindfulness practices and teachings to my love of photography …
It was shortly after the devastating earthquakes had leveled dozens of villages in Nepal when I returned to my favorite …