May I be an instrument of love and peace in this world, now and always. Help me fill my heart with limitless love, compassion, and understanding.
There was hoar-frost here in Lakeville, Minnesota last week – the temp reached 28 degrees. The trees and prairie grass were covered with a breathtakingly beautiful coating of sparkling diamonds that only Mother Nature herself can create. For those of you who may not know what hoar-frost is, the definition is “a grayish-white crystalline deposit of frozen water vapor formed in clear still weather on vegetation, fences, etc.” What a DULL explanation… Read More
Blessed are the Weird People The Poets, the Misfits, the Artists, the Movie Makers, the Dreamers and the Outsiders. For they force us to see the world differently. It has been said misfits and weird people belong only to themselves, and when they try to embrace being something different, they frequently become more socially “odd”. Now that is odd. Because every person DOES belong only to themselves – not others. Seems Blessed Weird People… Read More
Believe in the unity of “us” – the you’s and me’s. We defend and protect each other – no matter the threat. That’s how it’s supposed to be. Debbie
Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one’s definition of your life; define yourself. Been there, done that, never again.
“Silencing Echoes”, which was the original name of my personal healing memoir, takes a look at the various ways we attempt to silence our painful echoes from the past, frequent with damaging effects on our health and spirituality as well as those around us. This non-fiction book is based on the parts of my life that not only hurt me the most, but thankfully taught me the most. The primary focus… Read More
We are all like a snowflake, so different in many ways. Celebrate your uniqueness, share the love in your heart. Not just at Christmas, But every day. As you breathe, live, love, and play. Happy holidays everyone!!! Debbie
Nature ever flows, stands never still. Motion or change is her mode of existence. The poetic eye sees in Man the Brother of the River and in Woman the Sister of the River. Their life is always transition. Hard blockheads only drive nails all the time; forever . . . fixing. Heroes do not fix, but rather they flow, bend forward and invent a resource for every moment. Debs