Category Archives: Interpretation
Of Motor Bikes and Monsters
I loves the story I heard from a grandmother and I loved seeing the motorbikes in Harrisonburg. Continue reading
Party Time on the Street
As I sit finishing off this blog, I almost addressed my man sitting in the next room on the computer, only to realize he has moved into his own place and is no longer there to be consulted about spelling or something else. It is sad but true that we go our separate ways again for now. Continue reading
Back to Basics
Within and without, travel and meditation are a marvelous adventure for me. Continue reading
A Dream of The Host
I had a dream after our Monday Night Kundalini Yoga class. In my dream, I am in bed. My yoga teacher, Seri Amrita, is at the side of my bed and has put a stepping stool there for me to … Continue reading
Crying Uncontrollably
A beautiful morning in the ‘Burg. It is cool. A humming bird buzzed behind my head on my porch and the yellow finches are on the sunflowers at the back of my yard. I have been to a meeting of … Continue reading
Mariah and Soul Mate Matters
A short story about relationship and how a past life might impact this life. Continue reading
A Dream about Pete The Cat
Margot and I correspond about dreams and she says how she likes my writings and finds them inspirational. I found the following story about her Pete the Cat inspirational too, printed with permission of Margot. This is a story about … Continue reading
Happiness isn’t a Secret
The above is the title of one of Annabeth’s songs. She often sings it at shows as she did, with her band, Larkspur, at the recent Shensara Yoga Festival in Lurray by the Shenandoah River. Rose has been mulling over … Continue reading
Leprechaun Thoughts
– Part 1 So when Mariah found herself tightly connected to Leprechaun Roisin Dubh through her thoughts, she was not happy with this constricting feeling she was having every time she thought her thoughts. She had quiet unhappy thoughts, thoughts … Continue reading
The Long and the Short of it all
If my mother thought I had put on some weight she would say “beef to the heels, like a Mullingar Heifer” The other insult that was thrown around was “a long low butt, like Joe’s Leagh’s dog.” My sister Mary … Continue reading
Rose Longworth Counseling 