Restoring Light

I see visions floating before my eyes, Fragments, which do not seem to fit together. Each one seems to call to me, to tug at the strings of my heart. Each vision seems so different, how can they fit together? What are these callings of my soul? Where are they leading me? They seem so magical, so empowering, like the beauty of an unfolded flower. So much so, I cannot turn away from them. Perhaps they represent that which I seek to create? Symbolism on the map to my soul’s year

I watched a butterfly today flutter about as he searched for nectar of the flowers which sustained him. He was unafraid of my presence. Nectar is derived from the Greek language and carries the meaning of an inspiring beverage from the gods, which represents the ability to overcome death. The butterfly, who was once caterpillar and lived on leaves, overcame death as he dissolved his body in the cocoon, to be resurrected and reborn into a butterfly. And now his sole source of

Every journey in our life starts with a dream or a vision. Sometimes we need to reflect on the roads we have traveled and the journeys we have experienced, to remember who we are and how we got to where we are today. My Grandpa Rechlin had a vision to build a home, a place to raise his family, a place that would be a refuge and shelter from the storm. He envisioned the home he would build with fruit trees and a garden he would plant out back. He purchased some land on Main St