Home is Where The Heart Is

Where have you parked your source of happiness? Who or what have you made your singular object of affection? These were the questions that arose in three different conversations within a few days of each other.  That is always a sign that I should write about it 🙂 A friend was describing her sacred connection … Continue reading Home is Where The Heart Is

Poems: Source

The river flows ceaselessly, The thirsty come when they must, To drink only as much as they can, Never less than what their heart desires, Never more than what their mind understands. The river flows perennially, It allows them to be. Whenever they choose to return, They will be welcomed, Warmly nourished, and set free. … Continue reading Poems: Source