Giant Pinwheels in the Sky: Metaphors for Life

Windmills, to me, are like giant pinwheels in the sky. They come in all sorts of shapes and varieties. They are in all sorts of conditions. Some are new and shiny while others are old, rusty, in disrepair, and in need of missing parts. Some have no wheel at all — the wheel long gone [...]

Born in a Windmill, The Inner Journey Comes Full Circle

I recently found out that my mother was born in a windmill. She’ll be 88 years old soon. She was born in England in 1922 and I have to say tha

Pink Roses, St. Therese and a Giant Pinwheel in the Sky

I found out today on my birthday that yesterday, October 1, was the Feast of St. Therese. It is also her birthday.  Though I’m not Catholic, I consider St. Therese to be one of my patron saints. She had tuberculosis as a young woman and died of it at age 24 — she was a [...]

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