The dream is the small hidden door in the deepest and the most intimate sanctum of the soul ~ Carl Gustav Jung

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  • The Bloom

    Years ago I had a friend, whom had been in my life all of my life, “Let me go”. Literally, Physically and Mentally. I was “Let Go”. I didn’t know it at the time but it would turn out to… Continue reading

  • The story’s we tell

    The story’s I tell myself are rarely the whole truth.   They come in strong, they feel real, but can change directions, like the winds at the edge of the ocean. I believe the absolute truth of them until something shifts… Continue reading

  • Let Go said the Tree and the leaves fell

    Everything changes.   Every single thing on this earth changes every second.  Sometimes the changes are so subtle you don’t even notice them.  Other times they make themselves known like the color of the leaves when Fall comes.  So obvious that… Continue reading

  • I dreamt about you last night

    You were sickly and in a wheel chair.  But then you were swept up on what started out as a zipline, flying between electrical wires that changed to a magic carpet twisting and turning through the sky that was filled… Continue reading

  • Chopping up the past

    What do I want to do? I mean really do? It’s a weird thing to wake up at 50 and realize you finally have the time and resources to ask yourself that question.  The clarity to see that it’s not… Continue reading