My heart aches to tell you about the Dream I had...

Musings from a mystic finding their path into the New World. The muggles call me Lanie. You can also call me Rainbowdragonheart.

Grace, when it happens, is a light. A hand in the darkness. It is a window opening, a boulder rolling back from in front of a tomb. It is something so unexpected, so sudden—it can happen in the blink ...

From “The Journey“ by David Whyte Above the mountains the geese turn into the light again Painting their black silhouettes on an open sky. Sometimes everything has to be inscribed across the heavens

I realized this morning, that my comings and goings in this Life