We Write to Make Bread

Anais Nin said we write to taste life twice. Today, this thought has pushed itself to the front of my chest: We, followers of the Way, those of us who quest to know Spirit and dwell in Love, we write to make bread. I know, for me, this is my serving. This is my offering. […]

Now the world is our body

Now the world is our body not made up of one country but of many some parts wrestle: big fists bulging arms swinging in a war to conquer one more piece of itself others sway: dancing hips singing lips Life in the blood Heart Mother teaches her children, remember: those parts of the world that […]