For the love of a tree.. She went out on a limb. For the love of the sea.. She rocked the boat. For the love of the earth.. She dug...

My gratitude for good writing is unbounded; I'm grateful for it the way that I'm grateful for the ebb and flow of the ocean. Artist: unkown

Grief is the expression of healing in motion. As I make the seemingly bottomless descent, it helps to remember that grief is the downpour...

Letting go does not mean I no longer care. It just means that I am releasing the attachments of the past that keep getting in the way of...

Once in awhile, we're given moments of real Grace. Sometimes, during my early morning meditation, a place within me opens and parts of...

Dear Human, You’ve got it all wrong. You didn’t come here to master unconditional love. That is where you came from and where you’ll...

scream so that one day a hundred years from now another sister will not have to dry her tears wondering where in history she lost her...

I love who I am becoming with the passing of time. My understanding of self and others deepens. I witness familiar cycles and patterns...

Just because you are soft doesn't mean you are not a force. Honey and wildfire are both the color gold. Author: Victoria Erickson ...