Several days ago, the first Forsythia bloom appeared just outside my window. The lone, tiny yellow blossom looked so small and yet I knew in its heart was a hardy survivor. We have had three snows this past week. The ground is getting warmer so one day it snowed from 9:00 am to 5:00 pm and only after noon did the snow begin to accumulate on the ground. And this morning we awakened to another night’s snowfall, which left a blanket of white covering the ground, the trees and shrubs, and the mountain road was a sheet of ice from the bitter cold winds. Then the sun came out and melted most of the snow. Now the tiny, >>
Into the Mystical
Becoming aware is a process, and the transformative steps take place all during our lives. To be aware, or “Woke” as it is known from the Civil Rights era, is a noble space. One that every living being is entitled to and has the right to be. We are all born in this space, and then life gives us families and social settings that turn us either away or toward Divine Love. On this planet, the majority of us experience the turning away in our childhoods, and so our lives echo footsteps of those before us, and our own past lives, and we either reach for that first-born state or not. And so on my own life journey, >>
In Harmony
“Come join us in the living treetops, where the winds of spirit blow wild and free.” ~ Ken Carey, Return of the Bird Tribes As twilight falls at Treetops, I catch a glimpse out the kitchen window of a lone reclining deer resting under the thicket behind the house. The wind stirs softly among the edge of this forest, and the hazel, wild cherry, oak and pine trees sway to the melody of the mystical breeze. The birds’ songs accelerate, getting louder and reaching a crescendo pitch, then like the crickets and cicadas choir, suddenly stop. Night falls dark and gentle and the whipoorwill calls out whispers of hope, songs of love. The wind speaks to us, clearing >>
Illumination
Early this morning at 12:12 a.m. the last Full Moon of this decade appeared in the night skies above my home in the Nantahala Forest. If you want to let go of things, this is the time. It is a time to clear your mind, your home, your life, and start fresh. And a time to think about what you would like to manifest in this coming year and decade. In this season of peace, love and goodwill, give yourself time to reflect on what is most important to you in your life. And allow the beauty of this season to envelope you. Taking time to take care of ourselves is important to our well-being, and helps us >>
Journeys of Hope
“Where there is great love there are always miracles” – Willa Cather The Roman statesman and orator Cicero has been credited with a phrase familiar to South Carolinians. “Dum Spiro Spero”, which translates “while I breathe, I hope”, is the state motto. It is also the motto of numerous families, the Scottish clan McLennan, the village of St. Andrews in Scotland, and the once Kingdom of Sarawak. That three-word phrase has literally travelled the world countless times. Obviously, it has inspired many, as can be seen by its adoption by the governments and families that have created crests and seals to immortalize the thought. Emily Dickinson wrote of hope. She said, “Hope is the thing with feathers, that >>
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