Using the compost found in daily life to build and nurture the internal garden. A man sooner or later discovers that he is the master-gardener of his soul, the director of his life. Your mind is a garden, your thoughts are the seeds, the harvest can be either flowers or weeds. By daily dying I have come to Be. Sunday, March 16, 2008. We are not all the same. Have I come to see that we are not all alike. There is evil in this world. The kind of evil that kil.

Reflections of a polarized world, viewed through the looking glass on my way down the yellow brick road to unveil the wizard behind the curtain. Sunday, January 23, 2005. Reported that a priest during his preaching had discussed the issue of homosexuality. And was against the word of God. As described in the bible. The article tells us that he had quite a large audience.

This is a forum for the many musings of Colleen Redman, a writer born and raised in the sea coast town of Hull, Massachusetts and now living in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia. About the lives and deaths of her two brothers who passed away within a month of each other in 2001. This website is dedicated to their memory.