Author Archives: wbgayle

Let us meet in a place where we can be beyond the belief in single certainty, where no one is right or wrong. The truth is that no one has to be wrong for another to be right. There is … Continue reading →

Birth is a miracle. The emergence of a new life from the essence of others is a gift of creation. There are no two of us alike. Yet the love we share in common is stronger than the hate that … Continue reading →

Some people are lap dog lovers, like me. Others love big dogs. Regardless, affection and unconditional love justify the constant demands of owning and caring for a dog. It’s one sweet job I wouldn’t trade for the world.

The detours we travel on our journeys as life twists and turns may be course corrections leading to the higher road we are ultimately meant to follow as we pursue our calling. We won’t know for sure until we get … Continue reading →

As I breathe in and out, I breath in peace and breathe out calmness. It’s how I start my day. From this place in my center, I can peer into the depths of my own being as well as others … Continue reading →

We carry in our lives heavy baggage filled with layers of deep seated tensions and cultural preconceptions. Successful unpacking requires us to toss out our prejudices and seek reconciliation through love.

Life will be subject to changes without notice, thus wreaking havoc with our schedules. Yet unplanned cancellations can also be a gift of time allowing a chance to catch our breath. Enjoy this fleeting moment of respite.

We evolve into more rigid beings as the years increase. Filters fade, providing a starker contrast to the malleability that was so formative in the early years. Age can sharpen or soften the edges.

I have loved and savored each moment of the privilege of being the mother to three amazing daughters. I know that my world is better because of the gifts they are to me and for their love that has made … Continue reading →

Joy which lasts rests deep in the heart center. It does not mean pain won’t be a part of it. But the gladness that remains is so richly gratifying. The joy that passes resides beneath the surface and does not … Continue reading →