Coastal Chorus Summer days spin by a whoosh of blues and greens along with braids of seaweed, travelers check in for a respite drop their...

notes from a journal almost completed You were birthed from Light and Love, yet your physical beginnings may not reflect this. So when...

the years have passed, memories of my mother are spread across the floor like colorful pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. i have put them...

the naked truth lies beneath the props of make up and fine clothes it touches not, the well sculpted muscles, nor the plasticity of ...

What do you hold sacred what brings you home, pulling you gently allowing for the pause the moment of silence, that space where you bow...