the sweet nothings of the intimate heart
Involuntary and immediate feeling reveals to us the meaning of love as the highest manifestation of individual life, which finds in union with another being its own proper infinity……Vladimir Solovyov...
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Real relationship is an ever-evolving, shared creative journey. When we engage in the creative work of relationship- we not only gain in experience and insight, but over time we model the unique...
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Another place where I find soul, one of the strongest places is in the presence of other people whom I meet at soul level. It happens whenever a dialogue takes place in which both people are truly...
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Only from the heart can you touch the sky. …..Rumi may we float down rainbows, a current as colorful and vibrant as the biggest heart…..as kind as our highest self…..as deep as the well of our love...
View Articlenever, never doubt the heart
We spend so much time wanting to be seen and named. Yet the spirit doesn’t know it’s being spiritual anymore that water rushing knows it’s a stream, and the heart doesn’t know it’s expanding with...
View Articlemeander through your days
Imperfections are part of the display of life. Joy and sorrow, birth and death are the dance of existence throughout which our awakened consciousness can shine. Yet we long for perfection. The perfect...
View Articlesavoring the light
Sitting and breathing mindfully brings four important elements into our lives: peace, clarity, compassion, and courage. When we are peaceful and clear, we are inspired to be more compassionate....
View Articlebeing with you
I am out with lanternslooking for myself.~Emily Dickinson when I see myself in others…. inquiry for today~ what senses come alive with your beloved? how we see each other In long-term relationshipswe...
View Articleblossoming in love
love makes the shy brave and the brave shy. ~c.c.aurel touching love is the ultimate lifelong calling… inquiry for today~ deepen again and again…. find me here, waiting….. To live in this world you...
View Articlewhen words find us
At the end of my suffering there was a door. Hear me out: that which you call death I remember. Overhead, noises, branches of the pine shifting. Then nothing. The weak sun flickered over the dry...
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