Old train, I can hear your whistle blow. Thursday, January 7, 2010. That angel I asked for a while back. Thank you, Universe, with all my heart. Sunday, August 9, 2009. Thursday, July 30, 2009. Jan 8, 1994 - July 29, 2009. You were extremely loved, in all of your quirky glory. Tuesday, November 4, 2008. FOR CHANGE WE CAN BELIEVE IN. Friday, October 3, 2008.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008. A Sanctuary without an Altar. I invite you readers to write, and send photos if you like, describing your meditative spaces or altars. com and I will post them on the blog. Sunday, November 23, 2008. Thursday, November 6, 2008. Friday, October 24, 2008. Humor Can Save Us! Links to this post. Friday, October 17, 2008.

Monday, July 30, 2012. The morning whispers of perfection. The birds outside are singing softly and no cars are audible on the road. The sweet wet grass smell of early summer morning slips in the window. It is the perfect morning to lay still relaxing. It is the perfect morning for a walk. It is the perfect morning for coffee on the deck. She will learn tree identification and how to recognize edible plants. She will re-connect with all that is essential and all that is to be cherished.

All men should strive to learn before they die what they are running from, and to, and why. As of now, comments have been disabled on this blog. For that matter, this blog has been suspended on this blog. Thank you all for your friendship and your loving support.

Some higher power finally gave me a break and returned me to being a normal human being for which I will be eternally grateful. Tuesday, 1 March 2011. One step forward, ten back. I was rather nicely asked to create a guest post for a terrific blogger called notsupermum. Monday, 17 January 2011.

My Brain Wants to Go Home. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid. The Story Behind The Title. This week has been tough. Work has been frantic, busy, pure madness. That story is for a different post.