The Woman in Black She is the woman in black A virtuoso with a poker face. Her instrument is the violin. It has a high level of emotion.

Dear god, You have been behind all that I h… Yet we still have more work to do. May you use me as a conduit for yo… You have guided me through the Da…

A map has four directions. The native Americans worshiped th… A standard compass uses the Earth… A moral compass also uses two dire… When I am grounded my compass poi…

I build it with music. I freeze it with a photograph. I ease it with meditation. I tease it by floating on water. I beckon it by running my fingers…

On Monday she is a teacher. On Tuesday she is the director of… On Wednesday, a mother. On Thursday, a seamstress. On Friday, a Writer.

What is it about an opinion that m… What is it that we are trying to p… Does anyone want to hear it beside… Am I simply giving unsolicited ad… Doesn’t it just create an offensiv…

The world rewards greatness. But goodness is it’s own reward. We admire the great ones. But remember to get great one firs… We must not forget what it took to…

Don’t write to state your opinion. To simply be heard. Don’t write to respond or react. Write as if your life depended on… After all, these aren’t words on t…

I yearn for her but she can never… I fantasize about but she will nev… She makes feel alive when little e… I feel my heartbeat, my breath. This can go on forever as long as…

I have succeeded in being who I a… Good and bad. But what about loving who I am? The right and the wrong. Accepting who I am?

The ocean calls. Pele summons. The island beckons. Sun, sea and surf Over land, roads and turf.

You are under the command of three… The voice in your head. The voice in your mouth. And the voice from your pen. Which voice is yours?

She is the captain of the Ghost S… No sail on this boat. Her spirit moves it. The vessel is dark to conceal her. Because she has a beauty

A tremendous power is held in bond… She is a sleeping dragon guarding… Waiting for the right person to re… Waiting to transform into the womb… She is a woman with no name and no…

Candle drifting. The Bhudda’s face glowing. She kisses me. A rush of relief. The wait is over.