This is a song called “Between the Lines,” a song of longing for the loved one who can no longer be reached. I wrote these lines in another time, but the song seems to be for now in a way I could never have imagined.  The instrumental music is composed and performed by Greg White, lyrics and vocals by me.  Between the Lines I remember when I saw you there, You were staring out the window. You’d look for hours and hours, lost somewhere I could not follow.  Chorus: Where did you go? I’d give anything to know, so I could find you and bring you home. If I could see you one more time, I’d take your hand in mine, pull you close, breathe you in. If I could see you again.  Every day, I replay the scenes, wonder what was in between the silent lines trapped inside your mind.  (Chorus)  I want you to know— I miss you so, And I love you still.

This is the final day of this 21-day series of reflections and meditations relating to setting loose our visions for our lives within this world.

When craving the bloom, am I missing the other parts of life—the entire process? Today, we celebrate the dormancy where life forms.

What do we find when we look beneath the resistance that holds us back? Today, I share with you another part of my journey to delve beneath the resistance. It can feel scary, to be avoided, but underneath there is something quite beautiful waiting to be discovered.

Today, I share about one of my biggest dreams, and one of the obstacles I continually face as I strive to make it come true.

When there is no way to know for certain which way to go, the swirling chaos that has given pause can become the clue that guides us forward.

When you’ve grown tough and hard, it may be time for a love song to a Rock. Today’s focus is on seeing the adaptations and changes, celebrating each of them.

In the face of unbearable loss, how do we carry on? Join me today to breathe together and listen to a message that rises in the face of adversity, from within the calm of the storm.

“Gathered castoffs await attention...” today we look at the act of decomposition and how it parallels the work we are doing within ourselves. We gather up the waste and rot, turning it back into the soil of our souls, allowing it to be transformed.

In every great story, the hero begins with a destination. That goal is not often the final destination, but is what propels them to action. Today, we name our own destination on our own hero’s journey.