photo by Noah Buscher on Unsplash.com My Neighbor, Myself Morning sounds envelop me: rooster crowing unseen birds chirping crows cawing...

photo by Taisiia Shestopal on Unsplash.com Love Notes I adjusted the blinds to see the sunrise from my cozy bed this morning. The light...

photo by Richard Burlton on Unsplash.com Membership in the Human Huddle The day is grey and cold, but the lake is no less beautiful than...

In Love We Have Our Being The buzzards are congregating along the shoreline this morning, and the waves are choppy. Steadily moving...

~a love note from your Inner Wisdom photo by Matt Howard on Unsplash.com Dear One, I am writing to remind you of things you already know....

Morning at Lake Conroe Two ducks skim in for a landing while two more, feather booties up, are fishing. Across the sky, other wings flap...

photo by Toa Heftiba on Upslash.com The Path to Freedom The campfire illuminates the darkness around it just as the Beam of Love dispels...

photo by Vincent van Zalinge on Upslash.com I Want To Notice I want to notice . . . when someone is feeling low so that I may comfort...

photo by Shashank Sahay on Unsplash.com The Last Thing To Go The porch is all but bare this morning, its spaciousness an eerie...

photo by Tim Foster on Unsplash.com Morning at the Camp Sunlight dappled trees Iridescent green leaves Squirrel sister traversing her...

Nostalgia Evoking Gratitude I love the sound of roosters crowing on a brisk, Autumn morning. It’s a cozy, wrapped up in a blanket with a...

converting vice to virtue on the path of personal transformation photo by Alexis Brown on Unsplash.com In The Enneagram, Part 1: Are you...

Blessings All Your Own I offer thanks . . . for the music of the chimes. for the cawing of the crows. for the rustling of the wind in the...

Love Smooches The spiders were crafting spectacular orbs to decorate the ground cover last night. They must be resting now because nary a...

Angels Bearing Gifts The clouds were lonesome for the earth this morning so they dropped in for a visit. Their thick, white dampness has...

Including Myself The last day of September is . . . the only day there is for me to let go of the need to control things and the need to...

Relaxing into Humility When the hummingbird finally rests, the air becomes still in the absence of the buzz. The void of words offers the...

The Benevolent Sky The air is abuzz with the hummingbird brigade, seven nimble youngsters playing tag. The cats beneath them are...

a love note from your Inner Wisdom Dear One, I am writing to remind you of things you already know. If you are used to trying to meet...

Sweetnesses Freely Distributed The clouds are parading high this morning, their wisps like waves to the crowd below. The wind is roaring...