Category: Death

Perfect Timing

His heart gave way to the stress of “their” war—killing a young man with more love than patriotism will ever reward. And her life was crippled by the basket of legal drugs the white coats insisted would heal her. But their love continues as beautiful energy.

Last year at this time they both came to me. On a blanket in a garden under the warmth of Peruvian sun, a yellow rose of Texas smelled just like their love. I heard him say, “your love dear is the love you need to feel.” While she whispered “honey, we are all still right here.”


Evolution Wall. 

My friend Rebecca and I once wrote “Nowing” on the board. We made the word up in celebration of the synchronicities occurring. Every time something amazing happens we joyfully proclaim, “Nowing” as we laugh in past’s face.


Hey you, Unawakened Man.

Hey you, unawakened man, sit down.
Sit down and shut your mouth.
I maintain all your life needs.
Yet you continue to mistreat me.


Bud Love

I transcribed this for my grandfather, Bud Love, who came to me while meditating when I was visiting the Sacred Valley in Pisac, Peru. In the dream he was speaking to me through a yellow rose that smelled just like my Nanny, Bonnie Love. It is my intention to publish (looking for a publisher and accepting offers) this poem along with some 50 others in my new book PachaMama Prattle. I am giving you a sneak peak because today is my grandmother’s birthday. Happy Birthday Nanny. There will never be another rose as sweet.


Be aLive in Peace.

I know a young man who’s body expired after being in a coma for months. Two days ago he left, but I have no doubt, he remains on the forefront.


Dixie Dog Memory

Awe, Dixie Doodle Dog. Here’s a glimpse of what life was like with my expat Scoodle, Dixie Doodle. She was the sweetest thing. She even accompanied me to counseling sessions when I saw children in my practice back in Texas. She had one ear up like her daddy who was a full blooded Scottish Terrier and one ear down like her Poodle momma. Besides my suitcase, … Read More Dixie Dog Memory


I Wish You Death.

I was asked by a friend who read my book, THE YEAR OF THE FROG, if I feared death.  My immediate response was “No.” But after some pondering I would like to take that answer back and be as honest as I can given we are discussing a situation I’ve not consciously met. When I think of death my body does begin to feel what … Read More I Wish You Death.