Over the years I've started to notice "things in threes". Whether it's blind mice, little pigs, musketeers or film trilogies there seems...

I rise and fall with their words and looks, blown by their wind and scornful quips. My heart exposed, it longs for home, it longs for...

Confusion is such an enemy of Inner healing. Inside I know when something is so terribly wrong. The instantaneous, life threatening...