Several years ago, I had a vivid dream about a white wolf. I awakened from the dream feeling excited about what I had seen and wanting to know more about its meaning. Read more…

Musings, Poems & More

The morning sun on the yellow gladiolas
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Wildflower; pick up your pretty head It will get easier; your dreams are not dead. —Nikki Rowe The morning sun on the yellow gladiolas The morning sun on the yellow gladiolas Lights the first two petals Making them seem to … Read More

 Lost Tribe, Found Tribe, Who Knows?
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This is my third attempt at writing about this subject. I wrote valiantly and quickly the first time, with ideas flowing from my heart. When I finished, I had five pages, which I already knew was way too long, but … Read More

The Lost Tribe
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This poem pulled me to it immediately.  First as I read, it spoke to my heart.  I wanted to copy it and keep it with me to read again and again … or simply have. Since then, I have found … Read More