Category Archives: Heart to Heart

I listen for that sound that happens between us when spoken words are forgotten, ignored. in that moment I see you, really see you. A miracle happens when that look in your eyes tells me your guard is down: Words … Continue reading →

The earth was still outside my window this morning, the birdsong silenced by my longing, their dance lost in the vast white emptiness. I wonder do I feel or am I just cold? I wonder how to turn my heart … Continue reading →

I met someone I like. The sky introduced us as we watched for a sign, anywhere but here, any time but now. She makes me guess – whispering her secrets to sighing trees, she tucks them into little holes no … Continue reading →

Here, in my silence, the world expands to include all its people – past, present, and future – to make sense of why I am and am not. In the first atom that would boast the promise of life, as … Continue reading →

Join me, friend, on this path. You do not know me, but I see in your eyes a question. This path is worn smooth from many who have come with questions. Look ahead. Do you see that light? That is … Continue reading →

Indelible this loyalty upon my heart. Kin, more than blood – our will to be true. Exact this measure of courage to defend the justice good serves. Eye to eye, we agree the cost keeps us honest, better than the … Continue reading →

Silence is huge when it holds every word that is not said; every dream that reaches beyond what is. It is an honor to hear what you do not say and to know your dreams are in the Hands of … Continue reading →

Somewhere along the way I took a path a little off from the one that was well-worn in a clear direction. This path is covered with vines, and branches lean over it so that I need to hold them aside … Continue reading →

Under your hands my body is newly turned earth. With every touch a seed is planted, cultivating pure life. Beneath my skin lies the knotted root, lost along its way to rivers of energy promised at birth. Within this touch … Continue reading →

Our first connection to transformation cannot be predicted. We may imagine the what, when, where, and how, but we must bide for its reality to dawn. When we go about the business of minding the millions of details surrounding each … Continue reading →