Stepping back the pace a little today.

While most people like to Power-Up for Monday, I think today I will power down a few gears and try and focus my energies on one thing and not Cosmic multi task which is what I am so used to doing, so much so that it seems normal to me. Until I start to see the people in my daily life begin to flinch when I speak to them, or they start to lag behind and are too tired or fatigued to have the desire to keep the pace with me, saying that they will catch me on the next lap just as soon as they catch their breath. (Read more…)

There is an intense storm off shore.

You know it because you can see the clouds appear in the early evening sky, backlit by electric energy, and then instantly disappear into blackness.

Moments later a deep rumbling greets you, borne on the salt-swept wavetops of the surf. You are captivated by the storm’s size. Its sheer bulk encompasses your horizon.

It calls to you like a siren of the sea, it touches every pore of your being, and the ache to be engulfed in her turbulence is unlike anything you have ever felt or imagined possible in your lifetime. (Read more…)

Wow, I just read yesterday’s blog. It is no wonder I have been having a feeling of déjà vu on steroids.

For the past week, I mean not just a feeling like this moment I have lived before but ALL OF LAST WEEK, EVERY SECOND, EVERY MINUTE, EVERY DAY… I felt, no, I KNEW, what was going to happen next.

I absolutely without question knew. It got to a point where I was telling the Universe what she forgot! (Read more…)

Home Coming– who will ever find it the same? How could you find it the same? Why would you want to find it anything but the same? Why isn’t it the same?

Well it happened to me this weekend.

I hitched a ride on a twister (my life) and landed safely back in OZ, my hometown.

Funny how I never knew that the fable was switched around before, but it is not that Dorothy wants to get back to Kansas. What she doesn’t know is how to get back to “her Kansas,” the one she had left 30 ago. What she found in OZ was actually home – she had just been gone so long it was hard to recognize. Everything had aged 30 years; people had passed or moved on; city planners did what they do, and before you know it you felt like a stranger in the one place you counted on knowing all of your life. (Read more…)