The Great Sculptor sees the beauty within the stone, the gorgeous shape he is undressing with his chip, chip, chipping. We see a craggy,...

Dear Friend, You may have forgotten that you have forgotten me; that I exist. That forgetfulness, my friend, is born of FEAR – Feverish...

If we can imagine it, it already exists. If we can speak of it, it already exists. A Course in Miracles tells us that when we are at the...

T’was the year they called The One Of Twenty One For many folks it wasn’t much fun While the rest of us stood by, bemused, peaceful and...