
I whispered, ‘Be gentle with me Ma…’ ?
The moonlight felt like liquid medicine for my aching heart and tired body; I could feel the grip of catharsis softening, the inner chaos began to quiet, and a warm stillness washed over me.
The moonlight felt like liquid medicine for my aching heart and tired body; I could feel the grip of catharsis softening, the inner chaos began to quiet, and a warm stillness washed over me.
Today we reclaim the celebration of Love—not as a Hallmark consumerist holiday, but as the recognition of our very nature.
Dear Doubt, I’m sorry, but I’ve had enough. It’s over between us. That’s right, over.
The first gate to the deeper love is right here in your own heart. It opens through the longing to meet another without masks, to experience real intimacy without having to compromise who you are.
Perhaps you have been told that your longing is needy, that your visions are naive…your love of beauty is a luxury, and that the face of the One that you have had the blessing to glimpse within your very own heart is but a fairy tale.