Author Archives: Diana Rankin
My Spiritual Journey
An old high school friend said one of my articles, “Reflections on Relationships,” told him of my life-long spiritual journey. “When did I begin,” he asked. Then, with humor, he added, “I hope not in high school when I was … Continue reading
Transgender and the Evolutionary Shift of Humans
“Maybe the journey isn’t so much about becoming anything. Maybe it’s about un-becoming everything that isn’t really you so you can be who you were meant to be in the first place.” Paulo Coelho The controversary over transgender continues to … Continue reading
Dawn’s Twilight
When the dew is quivering and the sun not yet rising the fairies and spirits move among the newly awakened animals as they scamper about and as the night creatures find their lay-up branches and bedding for the coming day. … Continue reading
Night’s Quiet
I feel the quiet of the night, feel its peace. Not even do I hear the animals breathe. This quiet goes beyond the sounds of the world. It is the quiet of between dimensions, a quiet quieter than a cat’s … Continue reading
Rain
Rain comes in the middle of the night skittering down the drainpipe like night crawlers in spring grass.
Where the Sweetness Is
I feel the summer, hear the birds’ chirp, and taste the warmth of the wind, A moment to savor. As I drink in the moment something opens, shifts in me. I feel my center; I am the center of the … Continue reading
Phillip’s Wisdom on Hurtful Words
When hurtful words are thrown our way, we are learning to understand that these words have nothing to do with us. They come from the wound of the other. These words come to you that you may see them for … Continue reading
The Miracle of a Moment
It was in the early evening hours when Paco, my dog, and I went for a walk. As we entered the field on the other side of the woods, we stopped as the beauty of the horizon overtook us. We … Continue reading
Coming Home
The child skipped through my mind leaving a trail of uncertainty. The grown-up one, old and weathered beyond her age, Chided, berated and scolded with unbending disapproval the experience of seeking in a world lost. Innocence gone in a torrid, … Continue reading