Love. Is it him whom love is flowing thru that I love? Or is it love itself? It must be both. There is nothing quite like that feeling of this force of nature called Love when it radiates out from another being and we receive it. But when it is matched, then in an exact same moment, by our own cosmic release of this untouchable, unexplainable force toward another, the collision of the unseen is experienced; it is worth every other moment of waiting for it. I tell myself this, and yet it is the waiting that has caused me so much grief.
“I’ll never forget the day I saw him coming toward me in the street. The man who had murdered my father right in front of me. The instant I saw him, I could hardly breathe. I felt nauseous. I wanted to run but my legs were dead weight like my feet were stuck in cement … Continue reading How Do You Forgive the Unforgiveable?
I’m booking a flight tonight to Ecuador. I’m beginning a new chapter, one that feels lighter than my previous chapters. And I’m excited. But when I need to change the departure date because of a lack of seats for the date of my first choice, excitement fades and I feel suddenly numb. I turn away … Continue reading The Reoccurring Resurrection of Love
I’ll never know, really, if it was a premonition or his spirit coming to me when he passed. This is because I can’t for the life of me (no pun intended) remember what day it happened—the vision, that is. But it was real. That’s what matters. I saw him. Lying on the kitchen floor, next … Continue reading That’s My Dad – Dead or Alive
I’m not sure how to deal with it yet. I’m scared, sad, and worried that I may have to find a way to “get used to it”—somehow. You’re wondering what “it” is, and I’m still trying to figure out how to explain to you. “It” is opening my email Inbox or my Facebook page to … Continue reading The Unlikely Tale of It
We have all heard many kinds of stories about Africa. But to the wakening mind of humanity, with its struggles of perfection, production, and conquering, there is no understanding her magic until one engages in her rich innocence through personal experience, off the beaten path. And not by going to see how one can change … Continue reading Africa – a love story
To the child that is still in you and me To the child who is living in poverty To the children who are longing to be loved, and to be free To the children who are still chained in slavery... We are fighting for you because we know you cannot We hear your silent screams … Continue reading Love the Child
Have you ever met someone, had to work with someone, or regularly see someone who doesn't seem to like you? Perhaps this person has even gone so far as to say untruths about you to others you know? I was speaking to a friend about this. She was describing a woman who for several years … Continue reading The Good, The Jealous, The Opportunity