My First Stradivarius

“You NEVER forget your first!” This experience moved me, changed me, gave my soul wings, and I will never forget it.

I remember standing for the first time before a painting by Rembrandt. I became lost in the play of light and shadow, the life of each brushstroke. I became lost in time. For an instant it was as if I were there, watching him paint his masterpiece. His vivid essence remained, even centuries after he put brush to canvas. I stood there. Transfixed. Forgetting to breathe.

This was like that but amplified a hundred times.

Falling Awake (Part 2) The Choice for Love

I have done my share of “sleepwalking,” but something always wakes me t. Often it is a book. Sometimes written by others, and sometimes, it is my own stories that wake me. Putting pen to paper has such organic, ancient ties that it brings me back to myself again and again, and allows me access to my own wisdom. We all have that place in ourselves that knows the answers, that place that is connected to our intuition, to divine mind, to the wisdom of the cosmos, and it is up to us, each individually, to reach inside and listen for that still, small voice. The more we do, the less we sleepwalk.

Whose life is it anyway?

Strange things sometimes happen in the middle of an otherwise ordinary day. Meeting someone who has your life definitely qualifies.