“My will is to live!” I shouted from the mountaintop, naked in the storm, rain hammering down, thunder shaking the air, lightning striking all around me. “My sincere will is to live! Yet my life is, as always, in Your hands!”

Poetic prose. A tender seaside moment between mother and child unfolds into a quiet lesson on our inner voice and connection — a lyrical reflection on the unseen bonds that unite us with nature and one another.

My wish for us is that our passionate drive for creating does not come from a craving for individual recognition, or sense of ownership, but from a humbler place from within the heart, the Compassionate Cosmic Heart, where we know we need each other’s unique gifts to be able to thrive and blossom as Individuals of Oneness, on our beautiful Mother planet.

"Ultimately we may come to a point where the paths have become layers, layers that may have started to inhibit us, like being dressed in too much clothing, which restrains our movements. Then the many different belief systems have started getting all mixed up, like threads getting tangled up in a knot, or around us, and we simply get stuck."