I crave the light of my heart when it is dim, in a moment of contraction. I remind myself that I must not despair for contractions are followed by expansions. But tonight, I crave that […]
The heart must be shattered before it can know love.
More frightening than the thought of death or hell is the displeasure of my Creator or the inability to affirm the reality of Oneness upon transitioning from the physical plane.
I am a home with one room and one resident, both are Love.
I use to have a difficult time with the unknown. The past year has taught me how to be comfortable with, and, not afraid of, the imminent unknowns. The truth is that there is nothing […]
If the depths of your despair, the pinnacle of your loneliness, and the chaos of your circumstances, do not lead you to an endless sea of love, then keep looking.