They met in other dimensions at night in their dreams. Long before they laid their eyes on each other in the coat they call the body in the physical, they’d already touched each others’ heart and soul, they’d drank in the essence of each others’ loving heart, they’d swam in the ecstasy of rivers of love.
It’s been raining for days. The spring river flows rampant, but when the sun peeks from behind the clouds, the water glints blue and gold in the early light. Miranda has been sitting on the old stone steps leading to the river, water flowing around her bare toes dangling in the current. Rainbow mists are … Continue reading Dream On
Manhattan, 1988 The black jaguar had always sat on her right side, although she didn’t know it until she was 42 and ready to face her demons. Annika sat outside the old building in The Village, looking up with expectation and fear. She’d scoured the info magazines advertising for ‘spiritual’ happenings since the web was … Continue reading The Black Jaguar
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