Voyage From a Lady Slipper

Travels and labors, to read and write, these are leisure to this lady in quest. On the street, on the road, on the river of life, she is a vagabond and wanderer. She is all who choose bliss to explore their qualities and make virtue one with themselves, a pleasure, a happiness and a way of life. Between the proud who would have a high opinion of themselves or the vain who would care what others thought of them, she is superfluous for she fits in no common way the "world’s portrait of success." She is in fact quite invisible to the mundane, as in polite dress she roams everywhere so as to feel everyone. This nebulous dilettante of indolence, this seeker of compassion within and without, this rider of myth and dream and all that hints of the loving bonds so discounted in western linear measure; this is her story.

D. H. Lawrence once said about society it was "action and reaction and nothing in between."

In these days of cellular phones, software, voice mail, fax machines and the general pessimism which the media paint of violence in life, she frees herself from the hard drives. Instead, she takes slow drives into her mind, into the awareness that reality is not so much about inane schedules, but about paths where anyone can tenderly connect with all things, compassionately join in loving endeavors and bring to themselves not riches but the richness of true being. Life is about the vocation of true being.

These stories, poems and letters are about becoming through compassionate interaction with others. They are about defining life through personal involvement not competitive intrigue. They are about seeing how we depart from others so as to be truly one with them.

They are about the "between".