Under a looking glass things are magnified. The little girl sits and looks upward. Curious how her feelings are not just a heart on sleeve, but literally heart in hand. How she longs to stuff them in a pocket and…

                               The broken window remains open to the light. It does not surrender its gift, its purpose…and by doing so it is open to new life. Have you seen where brokenness creates compassion? May my heart be open to such grace. —————————————…

                         A French cafe in Paris near Montmarte. A red door, a checked curtain, and "cafe" written in typical French script. In the distant background Edith Piaf is singing… la vie en rose.                           Outside a shop in Paris a stand sells…

                    The touch, the tender moment when all stands still,   when the invisible force of mystery walks with us, when without introduction, we feel the name of love labeled on our lives.                            Knowing…knowing…knowing, …

                              The space in between. That is what this feeling is… not here nor there, not yesterday or tomorrow. It is the feeling of being somewhere in between. I can not label it as good or bad, nor accuse…

A delicate rose bowed her head. …the entire garden was full of roses, the scent intoxicating, I soaked it up-   "Paradise." I lost myself to the pleasure of not having to do anything but stand there and take it in. Yet amongst the roses growing…