these past days have been stormy but for myself there has been an extended stormy time, however quietly I may have appeared to others. Grief, takes on many masks and even though a great deal of my professional life has been walking that painful journey with others, it may manifest in oneself in unexpected ways or ways that were certainly unexpected for me. I now really really know that each person is totally unique in their grief and I am not alone.Each of us walks their own path and in their own way. Yes the days, weeks,months have been stormy with many tears, many confusing emotions, old family hurts, wounds, losses emerging sometimes like thunder or lightening strikes. All of them clouding my energy and  the deepest of my emotions. Grief in the loss of a child is an intusion upon the soul. That kind of loss changes life forever and is a reality that touches every aspect of your life. I have found that it is the deepest of life experience and the most spiritual. It also demands the deepest of courage, the courage to be. The Buddhist teach there is no birth and no death, only change. The mindful awareness of that teaching has been of great comfort during these days as I become even more aware that the spirit of my son is free in the deep essence of his being. He loved the rain and always called me when a storm was coming. In these days of rain, I feel his spirit close and I awake to the sunshine. Namaste. 

 

 

 

 

  

In this technological age, it seems there is a tendency to negate the value of books and reading from one held in one's hands. Perhaps my generation is showing but the pages of a book are my friends, the path into knowledge and creativity, the world beyond my own. They are a source of creativity, inspiration and of hope. When I receive a book, my soul is touched and my spirit sings. When I give a 

The morning here at singing stones holds a gentle silence. the sounds of traffic are muted. My critter family of two felines, one young, the other an elder, are gently napping after their morning breakfast. BJ, the 16 pound of autumn gold fur with a black funny face has had his morning walk and his liver treat. He finished off his Sunday Morning breakfast egg with great gratitude and promptly found his favorite chair for the day. These days of snow have provided the space for deep interior pondering as to what really matters: food that will sustain for weeks, if need be, a friend who came and cut a safe path down my drive to the main road, a son who called each day just to talk, also about what really matters, others not so talkative but who have found the ways to show they care and a community of other spirit relatives who send their love and energy.There has been the challenge of a on-line community with Dr. Jean Houston composing fellow seekers from over thirty countries, all focusing on what is our life purpose in the future of this planet, an invitation from an Indian Nation to share my experience and insights on wholistic health and self care, an upcoming workshop on Sacred Land and Peaceful Communication, a request for a lodge There has been a renewal of energy, an opening of the heart and the convergence of creativity for making plain the vision in writing the journey of my own spirit. Yes there is more than one book that is aching in my bones. Now is the time! I find myself reclaiming the writers, the accomplishments, the relationships and the experiences of the past with blessing and joy, letting go of judgement and yes even the pain. The snow is melting.The bright sun in creating dancing shadows across what remains of the snow. I saw a long line of robins yesterday, all facing south. They were like sentinels with watchful eyes. Yes all creation is waiting for the spring that is almost here, after the snows. Much life and living is ahead after the snows. With Gratitude, the wordweaver at singing stones