I am a big fan of the worlds great mystics including the poet and artist, William Blake whose most famous work, Songs of Innocence and Experience, helps us see the contrasting states of the human being. Blake believed that the soul is united with the divine and then comes to Earth to take a journey. It is born into youthful innocence and then moves through challenging experiences. Why? To learn how use everything for the soul’s learning, growth and upliftment. As we learn to love it all, we gain the spiritual skill to blend the contrasting states into what some describe as oneness, non-duality, the great ocean of love and mercy, or heaven on earth
This is one soul’s journey…
A LIFE OF INNOCENCE & EXPERIENCE
I grew up in the midwest and moved to California where I married aN ORDINARY man I met in a bar who worked in a warehouse. TURNED OUT HE WAS A GIFTED WRITER AND One day, he suddenly got a break and entered the upper tiers of Hollywood.
I wasn’t prepared.
It ravaged my ego and hurt my brain,
surfaced unhealed traumas,
and finally chewed me up and spit me out.
Thank God.
From innocence….
Love. Birth. Family. Pet Rat. Nature. California. Marriage. Hollywood. Children. Stillbirth. Spirituality. Ordination. Traveler. Artist. Ordinary Soul. Love.
…to experience
TO REACH SOMETHING GOOD, IT IS VERY USEFUL TO HAVE GONE ASTRAY AND THUS AQUIRE EXPERIENCE.
~ Theresa of Avila
innocence
EXPERIENCE
And we are put on earth a little space
that we may learn to bear the beams of love
~ William Blake
innocence
EXPERIENCE
sweet sleep, with soft down
weave thy brows an infant crown
sweet sleep, angel mild
hover over my happy child
~ William Blake
innocence
EXPERIENCE
Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves
~ Henry David Thoreau
innocence
EXPERIENCE
The person who never in their mind and thoughts traveLed to heaven is no artist
~ William Blake
innocence
EXPERIENCE
My Watery Friends
Our house was on a lake with a pond behind it and a creek connecting them that ran through the field next to us, watery friends and companions. An imaginary bench remains tucked between the willow bushes on the creek where my spiritual guide awaits my visits. He sits next to the metal culvert that the boys on the lane dared me to walk through, but I chickened out and they rode off on their bikes. A giant cottonwood reigned at the edge of our lawn, supporting me when I sat against it, energy flowing up my spine, and I flew through the air with its cottony children blowing freely in the wind, slowly landing on the grass, a dandelion fluff field of summer snow. I called to them and the Canadian geese waddled out of the lake to visit me for some bread crumbs. A toad peed in my cupped hands as I carried it into the house. I loved to hear the sound of my mother’s voice, even it was just a little scream of surprise.
The end or is it the beginning?
I forgive myself for buying into the belief that no matter what I do to improve it,
this website, made by my own hand, will not be good enough.
The truth is, this website is fine and accomplishes what I set out to do.
What other people think of me is none of my business.
I like who I am and I want to go outside and play now.
Anyone want to go pick some dandelions and blow our wishes into the air?