Snow fell here in the far north covering our streets in its white tenderness. In winter, we find ourselves in a time of keeping warm, in the space within, contained for love, peace and clarity. The sun is rebellious, especially in snow it always wins. And then it...
kiss me, from where else you feel me lubov,not just with lips kiss me,from where else you carry my home lubovif not in your heart? ~ from The God-like Things by Lubomira Kourteva It’s almost the end of November and the wild roses are still blooming. And...
red me silk tell him i wait by the wolf river perhaps it’s the certainty with which you fellon the wooden floors, that now i too am tempted to soul-sized is the land of my hearthow far i’ve travelled across the twists and turns and curvesfrom a time before...
One-liners have become quite popular, but unfortunately even the most spiritual of statements can be twisted into something loveless, ruthless and compassionless. This has resulted in many spiritual concepts which have been minimized into short statements, re-played...
Today I’ll tell you two Inuit stories, from the depths of the cold seas, all the way to the warmth of a little house in the tundra where a love was born. The first story is about Sedna, and the second, about Skeleton Woman. In her book Women Who Run With the...
