“The early days of spring are here. Take them in with gentle consideration. Before you know it, they will have slipped by and you will ask yourself where the freshness, greenness, newness disappeared to. Though the day is yet to heat up as it does in summer, bask in its presence for it is calling out to you, to have the eyes to see with, and the ears to hear with. How clearly the birds call out; how lovely the first flowers sprout; how...

“In the process of moving, change is in charge. Some big furniture items had been donated to charity, including the double bed, which has necessitated a portable replacement over the course of the move.  Luckily, an air bed was available. Blowing it up was a charm – plugged it in and within five or so minutes it was like the real McCoy.  Slept well but noticed by morning that its firmness was not as robust.  Went to sit on said...

“The Seat of Isis is found in the southwest of France in the region of Provence, Rennes les Bains specifically. Mary Magdalene travelled and lived in this area in the latter years of her life, which is the reason you find me sitting atop this rock – the Seat of Isis. I was part of a small group exploring her time in France. Two strong and influential women: Mary M. and Isis. Goddesses living their authentic way. Bling not required. Only a...

“” Making a list and checking it twice…” doesn’t that phrase belong in Santa Claus is Coming to Town? But it’s spring here…why would these words have center stage now when they are best heard in December? What a topsy turvy time with thoughts and perceptions out of kilter. It’s as if you are straddling two (or more) realities trying to find your footing in the one that provides the better balance. So you think…Whether you are ready or not, it’s...

“You are noticing something different. Somehow what’s going on inside isn’t meshing with what’s going on outside. Up earlier, up later, your clock is askew as you catch up with morning or miss it altogether. Eating? Three times a day is no longer a hard-fast rule. Slippage here, too. (Perhaps by happenstance, there appears to be a leaner you…) Invitations are forthcoming – happily you are being remembered yet an enthusiastic response to...

“A few minutes before the meeting begins, you feel yourself drifting away, away into a soft, lush setting where the greens and pinks and yellows are unlike any color you have ever seen. You walk gently – the ground has asked you to, and you oblige willingly. Birdsong fills the air: a soft breeze nudges your cheek, and it beckons you to the sparkles of a waterfall nearby. A curious rabbit hops in front of you, nodding its head in approval as you...