Universality Stories

Looking at the morning moon,pale now in the southern sky,moving slowly like me,while the sun is rising in the east,bringing dawn and another day,and even though the trees are stilland it’s quiet here,no birds at the feeder,the squirrels have not begun their chatter,my dog is still asleep,yet everything is moving, spinning, ticking, breathingand somewhere far awaytears are in the corner of sad eyes,or a smile has come to s...

May we all be Monarch butterflies,our orange wings lifting us from our cocoons, fluttering in the morning breeze from leaf to leaf,soaring when the sun is high,sweeping through sunbeams late afternoons,devouring what nourishes us,the milkweed leaves behind us nowuntil it’s time to find that distant placewhere we begin and end.May your wings sing in harmony with your heartbeats--your voice like no others, your melody sweet...