Landslides. Flooding. Lives have been lost. I happen to feel depressed about the havoc the rains have caused us here in Japan. The symbolism is strong. And I pray: More miracles, please.
Ripped from the insides of a meaty cocoon, the little seed was swept up by a winged-creature. She slid down a chute, landed squarely in a dark place, where the air was like nothing she knew. So begins the story of a little seed...
A small town raised me. That was my then; I am now living my now. Two simple happenings that are entangled. Read to find out what that feels like. xo
For the daily dose of inspiration today, the question is: What is your favorite part about yourself? The response is in the photos. Leave a comment with your answer too, please. Or a link with a photo. Thanks.
We're challenged to write a poem that delves into the meaning of our name. There's a lot to talk about here, as I write under my middle name, my pen-name. See how you like my creation. Thanks for reading.
Anchor in lessons learned, Pivot and wait for clarity— like a lighthouse that knows its role and connection to greater things.