I once read that only those who can explain something with few words truly understand any given concept.  The more words used, the less we understand.  It’s why many spiritual teachers turn to objects such as a solitary rose as a muted form of teaching.  Once we can understand the message absent language, we come to realize that language is the roadblock between us and our own recovery.

I found this poem today while going through my poetry file.  It isn’t a solitary rose, but there aren’t many words.

Much Love,



There was a time I relied on you, Drug

Dove for your arms to cradle me in


That was the time you were comforting

Safe and secure where fear stayed out


Then was the time the light dawned

Truth cracked through introduced laws of motion


Do was the time till you’d be gone

Pain was the wall ‘cause my heart had doubt


Trust was the thing I was told it would take

Love is the prize if we don’t give in.


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Phoenix Inspiring

Twelve years ago, my life was heading in a very different direction. I was directing a dance and gymnastics program that I built from the ground up which I was highly passionate about. Had my daughter not been diagnosed with autism, I would likely still be pursuing this career today. Because she was diagnosed with autism, my life has been forever changed. Along my parenting autism journey, I was gifted with what I came to understand as a spiritual awakening. It wasn’t something I went looking for, rather something that happened, and as a result, has endowed me with a wealth of knowledge and insights that I feel inspired to share with others.

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