It’s strange how we feel the need to justify our emotions groping through the thesaurus looking for words that just matchhow we feel.As if attempting to clarify will ever satisfyone lacking in understanding — give up trying.Just go on living. Reaching for and...

What I have noticed is that many spiritual teachers say the same thing, they bring a similar message — just in different ways, based on whatever their sphere of perception is. Like explaining a concept, or a feeling, or an idea using examples: If I live in warm...

It has been a few weeks since I visited John at his farm; life happens, people get busy, and we put things off for another time. Well, that another time was today; there was this strong urge to visit my friend. Strange things have been happening in these parts and I...

The guys did not stay for much longer after the music started — a hasty good-bye to me and my dogs, and they were off to their farms in the foothills, where peace and tranquility reigns; where the morning mist rises from the warming earth’s surface like a ballerina...

We settled down to enjoy the early evening on my porch. Apparently, John was not in any hurry to leave, and Judah was with John, so he wasn’t in any hurry to depart either. My dogs had quickly gotten accustomed to the two men, and settled themselves at their feet,...

Before I could even drag my dog from the clutches of Mystic Man, John blurted out, “Mavis came back!” If I was holding my dog, I would have dropped him and that would not have ended well between us. (I hope you read last week’s story given that we pick up from there....

There is something about the monarch butterfly and I finally figured it out. It is an excellent reader of energy. I have never found this species to be shy. It would always bob and dance around me while I garden, trying to entice a game of tag. I would pause to admire...

“Moby, come here!” There was a sharp rebuke in my voice. I do not like strangers petting my dogs and they — betrayers, were always looking for a rub and a pat from all and sundry. Moby looked around at me, looked at Mystic Man and jumped up on the fence to lick his...

The frenzied barking of my dogs drew me alert. This pitch of noise always meant one of two things; one, there was another dog in the alley, or two, someone was outside who was a stranger to them. And the stranger the stranger, the louder they bark. Looking through a...