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Updated: Dec 29, 2023

Long years before I launched, I was gathering thoughts in my journals. Some inspirations rise easily, nearly complete in their form with words tumbling in my head almost faster than I can write them. They become a blog or perhaps a chapter in a future book. Others, however, are mere phrases, floating like discarnate spirits without a home and who cannot rest. But I like them!

So today I am stirred to release select excerpts and see what may be revealed.

The wind brings me secrets from the edge of time.

The challenge for me is to allow those other moments – the dark ones, the sad ones, the fearful ones – to flow through me, too. Tiptoeing through realities until my soul grasps that they are mere vapor and then ungrasps to let them meld once more with the ultimate Peace.

And the result of all that cocoon goo? A moth and silk ~

Molten thread that becomes a drape for time.

It is not the memory I want to lose, only its power to fracture my soul.

This is an eternal place, a spot where past, present, and future meld into one reality.

A place of the eternal Now of eternity, where my spirit gathers for the moment.

A thin place as the Celts say.

To watch a sunrise is to realize how fast we spin.

God ~ all present, all knowing, all powerful, all love. Source that is in the past present and future simultaneously. Not separated by punctuation.

On Evolution: humanity could take a lesson from the languages it speaks. Languages that don’t evolve are dead. When a language is alive and spoken, words are added, or they change their meaning, or they slip away completely.

Ah yes ~ letting God, Goddess, Source, the Universe ~ unfold life without my sticky hand of attempted control.

I see the proud rock of the Courthouse Butte in Sedona. Solid. Certain of itself. Even as time’s millennia will wear it away to blown dust, it knows it is the stuff of stars.

The filtered sunlight of this small valley seeped in my windows this morning. How different from the unblocked light of beach or desert! These trees of our small woods hold the light in reserve, saving it for later in the morning.

Endurance: the fulcrum for balance.

I sometimes long to put myself in spiritual places when the reality is, my life is a spiritual place.

Original photography by Dorothy Barkley Bryson. At the Feet of Kachina Woman, Boynton Vista, Sedona, AZ, 2019. Sand Spiral, Stuart, FL, 2017.

TO CONNNECT. I would love to hear from you and learn how this piece (or any of my other writings here) resonate with you and your journey to finding your own deepest self, your own Real. While these writings are about my path, my hope is that they shine light for yours. You can email me directly at or you can also simply subscribe via the home page of this website. May peace and happiness be yours, always.

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