We are, in truth, strangers in a strange land Spirit, made of flesh, Not fully… Read the postreturning home
A breath. I feel the easing. I feel the freedom. I am safe here. A… Read the postbreath for my inner child
Gratitude is that Deep Listening the Finding of Stillness the Peering Beyond that Knowing of… Read the postgratitude
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I will meet you at your crossroads In the darkest moment of the night Like… Read the postAt the crossroads