It’s over. My life has come screeching to a stop once more. Tires still spinning, eyes racing, activity over. And it’s just me. Just me and the sky. Just me and my soul. Heart still races from all the activity I’ve just come from. Sweat still glistens as my life has been poured out over …
The day was already sticky and hot, and it wasn’t even 9am yet. We slathered on the sunscreen, mixing it on our already-sweaty arms and legs. Today was the day of the first well-dig, and we were ready to get it on. What followed in the coming days was a beautiful dance of digging, drilling, …
(I wrote the first part of this poem during the winter – and have added to it now that spring is shyly tip-toeing in… The story behind the first part of the poem is that I was sitting in my living room on a quiet day. My soul was restless and I needed to pause …
My soul feels restless today. We’ve been back from Peru now for 4 days, yet it feels longer. We got back and hit the ground running – returning to work, catching up on paying bills, checking emails, doing laundry, going grocery shopping…life as usual. I finally have a day off – first one in over …
Today I am leaving for Peru for 2 weeks. Don’t know if I’ll be able to update my blog, so if not, I’ll be back up in 2 weeks. May we all spread love in whatever corner of the world we find ourselves in. As a quote says: “They’ll call you a dreamer, a do-gooder …
Awakenings 