Archive for April 2011

The Canyon

Posted 30 April 2011 by
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My immediate revelation during my expedition within this domain of endless scenic wonders was that I needed a lifetime to spend here. Without that window of time, I would only get a glimpse of a borderless kingdom that is so vast, it made me believe it could only have been created by a collection of […]

just as…

Posted 23 April 2011 by
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Just as a sunbeam cannot free itself from the sun or a wave cannot disconnect itself from the sea, we cannot separate ourselves from one another. Just as the man in the moon will never abandon his pinnacle or a comet can never hide from its fiery tail, we will never surrender our cherished friendship. […]

the trees

Posted 16 April 2011 by
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For most of my life, the giant redwoods have had the power to draw me toward them with their sheer beauty, size and fortitude to survive centuries. How many times have my memories of these magical groves beckoned me to return to them? And although the Pacific Northwest is home to a sea of beautiful […]

chrysalis

Posted 9 April 2011 by
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I am sitting among the pines enjoying the sunshine as I gaze upon the shoreline below. The sea is beautiful, peaceful and so surreal. Such is the mystique of Poseidon’s realm, calm and serene while harmoniously being a mighty force of movement and change. This day started with billows of clouds above, slowly drifting with […]

a little girl no more…

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I wrote this letter  to a young woman addressing the value of “forgiveness.”  This special piece is also featured on the Stonyhill Nuggets website. There is no coming to consciousness without forgiving our parents. Whether we like it or not, our mother is our primary image of an adult woman, and our father is our primary image of an adult man. […]