HAVE YOU SENT A KISS
TO YOUR ANGEL TODAY?
Years ago, I took my granddaughter, then 18 months old, into my meditation garden. I turned around to see her sitting in front of an angel statue, answering the angel’s kiss with one of her own. Fortunately, I had my cell phone in hand and caught the moment.
Gloria is taking an open-ended sabbatical in order to focus on writing her third book. If you’d like to be placed on Gloria’s wait list, please let us know. Gloria will also be offering occasional ONE-DAY CLASSES at her classroom in Winston-Salem, NC – please be sure to check back here on her website regularly for class updates.
UPCOMING CLASSES, WORKSHOPS, & EVENTS
Our 2019 Classes & Workshops will be posted here in early 2019. Please keep checking this site for updates!
*CONTACT INFORMATION UPDATE
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~MESSAGES FROM THE GARDEN~
Messages from the Garden are weekly inspiration and guidance from Spirit. Please enjoy this gift....
From my heart to yours,
Poet Mary Oliver encouraged us to “walk slowly and bow often” lest we miss the sacredness that is alive and speaking to us in all of nature. She died this past week. I bow to her in gratitude for the rich legacy she has left for us. Personally I have shared her poems in many, many classes. After you read her work you can almost hear her say, “Now go outside and pay attention.”
Rose: Late Summer
If I had another life
I would want to spend it on some
I would be a fox or a tree
full of waving branches
I wouldn’t mind being a rose
in a field of roses.
Fear has not occurred to them, nor ambition,
Reason they have not yet thought of.
Neither do they ask how long they must be roses, and then what,
or any other foolish question
~ by Mary Oliver