Beloved, I remember you telling me that I would not have to wait forever to finally cross paths and to continue our lives, here in this realm. You said the purity of our love fueled by intensity of my heart light–a light you also once commented to shine a supernova. My sweetness, you also tamed … More Butterfly Heart
My mountainous partner of my past, where did you go? We used to talk much more than we do now which is basically non-existent. Recently we did have a minor discussion within a comment field of something you shared. You’re right people change as they age, in more ways than one. I’m no longer the … More A Wishful Longing
The one that has my heart is not here, for he is not of this world. I did not know I could fall in love… I fell in love with a spirit is what I did. I met him through the veil, within the world of spirit as I was adventuring during a vision quest/journey … More My Pining…
Here I am, a passenger on a long and boring highway, escaping the humdrum of our mundane city and life for a shopping excursion in other city. Listening to the music from the radio as it tries to break through the tired silence of the other passengers. A day that is gray, sleepy like…I’d rather … More Creating more Thinking Space
… my daughter, how beautiful and bright you are. I wish you could see what I see when I look at you. You are a gift from the gods. You, sweetheart are the better part of me. Sometimes I see so much of myself in you that it’s uncanny. Maybe that’s why the salt occasionally … More My daughter …
Our children are gifts. It makes little difference If they’re boy or girl, or if they’re missing a toe, or if they have something that renders specific, special care. Our children are gifts period. They are our golden opportunity to bring change into our lives for the better…to make choices that are of the greatest … More Our children are gifts
If I were a tree O, to be a tree, I’d like to be a tree….perhaps a large, leafy tree like a maple, or maybe something prickly like a pine. I would have birds and small animals making homes on my branches and even in my truck to keep warm and raise a … More If I were a tree
Our tall limbed, leaved teachers are nearing their Winter slumber. The earth swollen from recent rain encourages scent that breathes home to me. Feathered friends easily and cheerfily twittering in nearby bushes and trees, expressing urgency to build warm nests for the long cold days that are approaching. It is a time for us all … More Welcoming winter with the trees
Sometimes I feel alienated from the rest of the world. Yes,I have children, some friends, acquaintances, but there is no attachment to anything. I remind myself often that this comes from many years of practicing emotional detachment through my Taoist studies. I am constantly discerning my thoughts, and feelings. I don’t consider myself a … More Temporarily Disconnected.
Musings of a Heathen 