A teacher, a rabbi came to this earth. Courtesy of a star, a manger and a virgin birth. 8211; imagine the miracle! Hope lights our times, shadows flee in their wake. Hanukkah, Christmas in one time combined. Faiths diverge but converge all the same. In their wishes for peace and love and brotherhood,. If you can cut through the soundbites and posturing, that is.

Custard Creams, Malted Milks and Chocolate Digestives. So I pretend my way through each day, each interaction.

Sharing things that occur to me. I mean, what is it all for? This endless self promotion and marketing of our own lives? So many of us presenting our daily lives on social media and dressing it up to be ever so pretty and perfect.

Trapped in curves without closure. Until brightness fills the sky. Drowsed by golden leaves,. Amelia rests at her balcony. Her thoughts blink purple and red,. Amelia wonders about the passion contained in clouds.

Poetry and fiction by a physicist from the dark side. The pub was empty and he approached the two men in the corner. He can only speak in poetry.

Insights from fast dogs who think deeply. My husband and I have adopted six cats and six dogs from animal shelters over the last 27 years, many of whom had their own way of communicating with us. We are both trained in Energy Medicine, Reiki and Animal Healing and communicating with animals is a natural development from practising these disciplines. Through spending time together in nature we learn and appreciate its magic more than ever before. Here Eivor and Pearl connect.

A place for poems and pics. Spirituality, photography,poetry,nature. And I are back after our holiday hiatus with another collaboration. This week Mish provided the photo that inspired my words. Hope it inspires you also. Reach Up, Reach Out. Equal share of the day. Regardless of color or shape.

January 2, 2017 by Sabio Lantz. You surpass many a hurdle. And your name instills us with fear. Hitching a ride on small deer feet. 8212; by Sabio Lantz, January 2016. December 31, 2016 by Sabio Lantz. Mom loves geology and still shares stories,. But her rock collection is missing.

Back then I danced above the void. Dazzling myself with my daring. So delighted to be young. And strong, defying gravity. One hip forward, like some. Model for a fashion shoot. On the Eiffel Tower, offering. Courage, my courage,. The bridge all gapped and gaping. And the river churning far below,. And me, in the dignity of youth,. The pride of me, here, now. This is, of .