Healing Poem
I wrote this healing poem in 2008, asking these questions. I was searching for my truth, my beauty. I was on a healing journey of acceptance wanting to live in love and peace. Today I am living that dream. I am love. I am peace.
I wrote this healing poem in 2008, asking these questions. I was searching for my truth, my beauty. I was on a healing journey of acceptance wanting to live in love and peace. Today I am living that dream. I am love. I am peace.
The late morning was gorgeous. Perfect summer conditions in Texas – a sunny and expansive dodger blue sky with temperatures not too hot. A little steamy, I pressed the pavement appreciating the exercise, sweat, and quiet day surrounding me.
My innate tender heart leads me more and more with each new day. I think it used to, way back in early childhood. Recently an old friend called who I hadn’t talked with in years. She was sharing with me a serious illness she is experiencing, and a request for me to be available for…
The holiday season is upon us. Our pace quickens and our minds take us to places we don’t want to go—feeling hurried and harried. I know there are