Short stories: Meditation 2 Articles

by Rita Kay

A tiny, down feather escaped from my son's suede comforter and danced for me today. I had just finished dancing with my youngest daughter to Edward Grieg, and laid her on the couch for a nap. I sat at her feet and ru...read more

by Jaclyn Crawford

While I sat alone meditating in the forest, I heard the distant creak and groan of a tree. Who was this tree to interrupt my private reflection? Did he have something more important to tell me than my self-realization w...read more