Author Archives: wbgayle

Just being in the world is uphill work. But when our lives change, we can lose who we are. As humans, we need our work and must reinvent ourselves to grow into who we are called to be. It is … Continue reading →

My muddled mind, mostly mystified, meets Manchester. Meanwhile, mental meandering magnificently musters masterful maneuvers, making more meditation mandatory, magically manifesting myself.

Time matters. Savor the moments you spend with the ones you love for they are most precious. Memories are but shadows of the real people and events in your life and no substitute for the chance to live those moments … Continue reading →

In the sea of the earth’s humanity, I am but a speck. Personal space is not a right but a luxury to which I have grown accustomed. I vow never to take solitude for granted and to cherish it always.

I find some comfort when things stay the same. In the sea of change there is reassurance in reliving a pleasant experience that makes even the unfamiliar feel more like home. A smile, a gesture, is all that it takes.

She has grown so much in grace and wisdom in just two short months. The world is her classroom and she has made it her own. Forever changed, when she returns lessons she has learned will serve her well. Yet … Continue reading →

The rain fell steadily, drizzle clinging to coats with collars pulled tightly up around necks chilled by the wind whipping through the wet streets. Sitting outside dry, warm beneath heaters sipping wine, we watch the people as they scurry past.

There are those times when one cannot see the effects of action but they are nonetheless there and can be destructive. Like a strong wind that snaps the trees, invisible forces can topple with no notice leaving lasting effects.

Do something you love and people notice. Energy flows like running water giving renewal to those thirsting for the joy that you show to them. Doing what brings you joy is not work but a labor of love and devotion.