I adore romance. I always have and I suspect I always will. Now that I am at a new level in my life as a woman of wisdom, I find romance to be fun, fulfilling, and raucous ~ and deeply meaningful. Sometimes it can cause severe anguish. And while it may be a bit hard […]continue reading The Hard Part
Note: I seldom ride with other people these days. Perhaps I have forgotten what it is like? I am known to be a horrid front seat passenger and prefer to sit in the back if possible. Additionally, up until recently I spent the last two years being driven by a male friend who drives so […]continue reading Two Wracked Men
We are each many stories and experience numerous struggles. If we are honest, we each know the frazzled and weary world of betrayal. It is sometimes difficult to understand and resolve betrayals. Yet we all have been there ~ and will be again if we live fully. One way to perceive betrayal is that we […]continue reading Betrayal’s Lesson
It is one of those days when for multiple reasons, it seems I need to make some serious decisions. As I drive away from a “family council meeting” I pull off the road to take a picture of the lovely simple blue sky. It is calming to sit and drink in the serenity. It is […]continue reading What Is REALLY Important?
Climbing as high as I can go with no place to go ~ How many of us do this as humans? Sometimes I feel obsessed with climbing toward a goal Without having a clue as to what I might do when I reach it I say, “Oh, well, this was a fun journey!” or […]continue reading Embracing Ambiguity
The Music Stopped in My Hand, My Hand, My Hand, Sadly Smiled the Band, the Band, the Band Softly Echoes Your Laughter Riddled With Tears. When Time Is Stolen It Flies, It Flies, It Flies, Lovers Leave in Disguise, Disguise, Disguise, Weariness Hangs Like a Curtain Heavy and Old, Heavy and Cold. It´s Said to […]continue reading When Time Is Stolen~by Joan Baez
LOVE’S BRILLIANT RETURN And the night belongs to us, and the dawn too, and we shall never again forget this grace we have been given, never again abandon this day in pursuit of another. Love is not something you find, it is like an energy, flowing, sometimes soft, barely perceptible, pulsating, sometimes surging, volcanic, spilling […]continue reading Love’s Brilliant Return by Jeff Foster