"Greetings, beloved brothers and sisters:Sometimes, the simplest messages are the most profound. There are all kinds of complexities that you can pursue in wishing to awaken, but it isn't really necessary.
One of my repeated messages to those who followed me was, “Love each other as I have loved you.”
Just...
I accepted an invitation for a tag-along trip to the northern states. My engineer friendswere going to a symposium in Hermosillo on the water crisis in Mexico.
On my last trip to Mexico City, I observed some tilting buildings. They are beginning tosink into the ground. The water is gone,...
You return again—not as the girl the world adored,but as the woman who has lived,who has carried kingdoms quietlyin the chambers of her ribcage.
The mirror greets youthe way old witnesses do—with tenderness,with patience,with a kind of honestythat has never once betrayed you.
Some mornings you glimpse the girl you were—snow-white...
Recap: Good Morning, From Here, November 29 - December 05 Monday The sound of rain woke me this morning, suddenly and with a jolt as I remembered the bunch of clothes I had washed and hung up to dry after our foray into the Mojoneras tianguis yesterday. By the...
Family: BrassicaceAlso known as: Chinese Radish and Japanese RadishOrigin: Mediterranean and Black Sea regions (Yes, both have sub-tropical areas)
Daikons found their way to China around 500 BCE – OK, with a little help from humans! From there, they spread to other parts of Asia, becoming a staple in East...
Three years ago, when I received a message to gather Lighworkers, I put it out there on my Facebook page. Two days later, around midnight my time, I received an email from Daniel Scranton. He wanted to know who my agent was, where I could be found online, and...
It has been almost a year since I first read of the disappearance of Brother Fred.
His vanishing is still a mystery to the Catholic Church. Some people claim not to even remember the story of Fred when it first appeared in the Catholic News Agency. Those who do remember...
I’ve always imagined poetry as a kind of food truck.Not the stainless-steel kind you see outside concertsBut one that pulls up anywhere the heart is hungry—feeding whoever needs itwith whatever words are warm enough to heal.
Some nights,the world feels starved for decency.And so I park this poem here,in the...
Recap: Good Morning, From Here, November 22 -28 Monday Happy one month to Christmas! A sobering thought that includes winter and New Year's Eve mere weeks away. The only sad part about it is that my sister Patrice will be back in Canada, happily with her menagerie, dealing with...
Nicknamed: Brew, Cuppa’, Ink, Java, Joe, Mocha, and Mud Family: Rubiaceae Origin: Ethiopia
This - for many, their morning “wake-up jolt” - was discussed in my earlier books, The Civilized Jungle, Volume I and The Medicinal Jungle, Volume II and will be featured in the, soon to be published, copies...
