Writer. Mystic. Pragmatist. Curious Soul.
When I drive west along Hwy 26 outside of Portland, I make sure to stop at a particular rest stop ( wayside.) Car parked and locked, I walk across a bridge and take a short hike into another world of moss covered rainforest and nurse logs. As I still my mind, the trees come into…
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PART 4 continued from PART 3 Flying over the Alps, destined for Klagenfurt Austria, those strange stirrings I had felt in Scotland returned. It was a resonance that I would grow very fond of in my many flights to meetings. I only knew that I was happy and grateful! The plane landed in the midst…
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Continued from PART 2 All was not lost because one day, I met Brother Jim, a Rosslyn Chapel docent with an encyclopedic knowledge of the Chapel. Jim and his wife became my dear friends. They supported my quest and offered their hospitality so that I could test the waters with a meeting of the Sauniere…
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Along the west coast of the United States, folks call the lowest tides of the year ‘Spring Tides.’ In a stroke of good fortune, I was recently in the right place at the right time to experience the lowest tide of the year at Haystack rocks’ Marine Gardens at Cannon Beach, OR. As I set…
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Have you ever heard someone say that ‘time is relative’, or that ‘time flies when you’re having fun’, or that ‘time drags by’ … or… ask ‘where has the time gone?’ Well, last weekend, my sweet husband and I attended a Chicago concert. It was one of those evenings where time felt altered – I got lost in sensory…
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L.S. Berthelsen 