I’ve taken out my samurai swordsand want to kill murderand destroyeverything that has harmedthis gentle heart. Because destructionwantsmore destruction Even sothe heart,still beating for dear lifeknows it won’t surviveanother self inflicted warwhen the bombsare planted from the inside. This evolutionary creature of the heartKnowsThat when the warrior is wokenBecause the cave of the beast of…

Greetings Beautiful Human, I carry a story from Ocean today… you see I have been visiting with her every morning. Each morning I bring her love, gratitude, and then I plead with her to carry away my doubt and fear about our future. She answers… sometimes through soft gentle whispers, sometimes by just holding me,…

I don’t know about you, but my journey to understanding how to embody and how to relate to beauty was a long and windy road, filled with pitfalls and sand traps all along the way. I grew up in a time, perhaps as you did, when the media I fed upon was made from a…

There are stories made for these times, their design woven from an architecture designed to hold and educate us about how to be here now.   Many of these old stories go the same way: a mysterious person arrives from an unknown place. This unknown person weaves a story, and casts a spell, that leads…