Seasonal change in equinox; equipped with all colors In a time of reflection and perspective, I get distracted by thoughts All from a...

It's humbling to hear perspectives of that day, September 11th, 2001. I can't come close to knowing what nonsurvivors, survivors, and...

One memory series that sticks with me today... Letting go of the thread, hair, or lint in my hand (at the moment viewed as a nuisance), and watching it become part of earth. I had hope for its cycles in life. This new way of viewing was brought into light by my Mom. Through hearing her words as approval, along with my inner reflection and values, I could feel Earth's appreciation. I imagined the thread coming a part of a bird's nest; as ones trash can be another's treasure.

After a look at my external reality and internal aspirations, I found myself questioning if the two were compatible for living my happy life