IX In a cube there are nine planes of symmetry. Two sets of planes meet each other within the folds and turns to form the box that we put ourselves in. Break the box, I am hearing today. Break the line, move to the opposite side and break through again and again. I dreamed again…

VIII Eight points of light dance across my desk as the sun shines this morning. The light spills over me as I am writing. Light refracted through the crystal hanging against the glass – today I feel small like these eight pinpoints of light and colour. I am moving with them, dancing and turning slowly…

Out of the silenceA gift of a seedPlaced in the palm of your hand In the centerAlready knowingWaiting to growWaiting to liveWaiting to love Out of the silenceWe emergeWe mergeWe meWe~L.

Swimming in the momentRise to the surfaceFall back down Held by sand and muddy shoreWater moves out to touch Others returningWe are movingLike a breathWith each ripple~ L.

V SilenceLike a liquid chrysalis Slips around you and IEmbracedWe are heldAs one~ My gift to you on the fifth day is silence. 

III On the third day, I asked what I should tell you. I lifted the question up for the universe and the answer came clearly and loudly in my ears. Letting go. This is not easy for me to do, to let go and allow – allow what must happen to happen, what needs to…

IV Last night I dreamed that I was standing in a doorway. There was nothing before me and nothing behind me. It wasn’t a big door way, just big enough for me, with a wide wooden frame. I felt nothing, standing there surrounded by black and wood. No fear, no push to move forward or…

II Illusion is not the gift that I would give to you today, on the second day of Christmas. Today I am reminded at every turn about duality.  The separation from the source, the longing and loneliness that comes from feeling separated, isolated and lost in the illusion. Instead, my gift for you today would…

unsent letters I On my finger, I wear a silver ring with a simply cut blue topaz. I chose it because of the stone and the way the silver winds itself around the flesh in two infinity symbols. Blue topaz is the stone of true love and success in everything one does. I bought it…

  “…in constant repair” she wrote. The letter sat unfinished in front of Mai. She held the pen between her fingers, poised to continue. Mai tapped the pen on the wood tabletop, not knowing how to continue.  She sat in the silent room waiting, and then it came… In constant repair I am calling to…

No one ever asks me why I stand at the window, watching the night sulk in alleys and draw long shadows as the sunsets.No one.

No one ever asks me why I stand at the window, watching the night sulk in alleys and draw long shadows as the sunsets.No one.