Seeing stones and sills go by I see these things and start to cry So many notes are gone and missed I reach to feel them, shores to kiss I greet You and I rise up tall I want to search the Garden’s sprawl To wander freely, touch what’s true To love as greatly as …
1 He strung through the vines. Lost in time and thought. Not really connected to the moment anymore. One step on top of the other, but not in reality. He was beyond. A heartache with grief for the life he might have known, for the brother and world that might have opened up to him …
Sometimes I feel that becoming a parent leaves you with your guts poured out on the floor. All of you, in its messy gloriousness, spread everywhere for the world to see. As it is literally with childbirth, I suppose it is only rational for the rest of you – the inner, emotional you, to follow …
Do we really create our own reality? Or is it really a 'co-creation' that we believe we have ultimate power over? I wholeheartedly believe that we, as individual conscious agents, have a hand in creating - imprinting - our own realities and experiences. I think I always have. Like a small kernel of thought that lay dormant …
In order to have control, we must give it up. In order to have power, we must let go. In order to rule, we must surrender. Are these statements true? I have been ruminating much on the meaning of these phrases for some time now, and I believe the answer is...YES. It appears to me that …
Children are so much work. But I try to observe and let them shine through to me the truth of human nature. And what have I seen? These little people are pure mischief, pure energy, pure sadness, pure curiosity and pure joy. These are the kernels of which all adults in this world are borne …
Beleaguered, he set sail. Flowing down the waterfall of existence. Not sure of what lie ahead but breathtaking scenery, life unfolding in front of him as a petaled flower. The spider weaves and teases his destiny. As its prey is caught in a silky veil, so are we. Stuck in holes and crevasses tight and unyielding. …
This isn’t meant to be a ‘Mom’ blog by any means, but I am a mother and this is an aspect of my life that I cannot avoid and think about a lot. I remember clearly the night I was falling asleep, and I was musing about my future and what I wanted to do, …
Amie Zor 