Tag Archives: Watercolors
Sipping Stones
Last Sunday, I went to Rawley Springs for a Sunday Afternoon. We brought food to cook and found ourselves at the swimming hole, in water that goes up to the waist and then some. It was cold, flowing fast and … Continue reading
Ralph’s Dream on a Sunday Outing to the Park
How dreams open a light into your future, personally and collectively. Continue reading
The Scythe and the Reaper
Mirrors sometimes appear in dreams so we can see a reflection of something like our own death. But the dream also brings the motif of the Phoenix, rising as the soul rises after death out of this little corner of the universe. Continue reading
Stop Squirreling Around
I am trying to learn the lessons the squirrels bring to me and am left with the notion that I have to let go of my irritated and angry self to resolve the issue. I want to be in peace and love and intend to get there, even with the squirrels chewing and scratching in my over head space. Maybe a metaphor for my own head space . Continue reading
Our Own Prayer Wheels
A collection to honor the stream of Love associated with Valentine’s Day.
May you be well connected into this stream with your people whoever they are. Continue reading
Mariah and the Butterfly Dreams
This Mariah the Leprechaun story is about choosing to live alone so that she could develop into a quietude that would let her intuition and spiritual side develop and so she could spend more time with her art and dreams. Continue reading
The Case of the Heart
I awoke at 4.26 am last night and considered I had enough sleep and I could meditate. Toward the end of my meditation I made the prayer about creating in me a pure heart. It is an affirmation from the … Continue reading
Back to Basics
Within and without, travel and meditation are a marvelous adventure for me. Continue reading
Chakra Experiences – The Heart
Still pondering that dream about the heart chakra. I am more at home with it now. Continue reading
My Mother’s Kundalini Experience
I attended a Kundalini class last Monday. During the class, which was vigorous, we lay down and listened to a song devoted to the Mother of it all. I only remember one little fragment about the Mother and looking. I … Continue reading
Rose Longworth Counseling 