I was cleaning out some boxes and came across this poem by David Whyte and knew immediately I had to share it. I had been doing a lot of reorganizing of my casita and was becoming very tired. The first couple of lines got me, immediately. Sweet Darkness When your…

In the Memory of the Heart It is in the memory of the heart that love remains, without pain until it begins to rise up and out into a world colored by fear. We remember the hurt, the anxiety of the past and the pain of loss only to be…

Before the Memory The door is ajar but to cross to the other side might mean chaos & confusion; for what will be found among the lost & lonely but tattered hearts and wayward missives sent to the one the only one who has the key to all that matters. …

what would my story be… It is cooler this morning as we have had a respite from near 100-degree days. She (by the way, She is my Muse) is nearby and points me in a direction (mentally) that enables me to remember a post I wrote a few years ago…

just how committed are you to 10,000 hours of study? In the last few days I have read about what Malcolm Gladwell outlined in “Outliers,” twice. I read it first when I finished “Turning Pro,” by Steven Pressfield. And I just read about it, recently, in a Medium post by…

At this point in time, sometimes I need a refresher course in calm. I need to distance myself from reality and go to a place that is quiet and serene. Sublime and calming. My days in France were just that, especially in the small towns we frequented. Where tourists were…

Medium catches up to some expectations… When I first started posting on Medium I wasn’t very sure about how to actually make money. Although, If I were to read all the articles about that very topic, it would seem that it should be easy. Examples of recent post titles: • How…

Thank you! I appreciate your thoughtful comment. It has been a lifelong journey that I am still trying to grasp. Wish me luck!

the sun begins to rise… In the Hollow In the hollow of the forest of the ocean of the soul lays an endless hope and wish that all will be well and all will work out as it should. Where is the certainty of that thought of that wish of that desire when we…