Over the years I have exercised various careers, one of which was related to horticulture. Given that a plant is unable to speak, nurturing requires great insight. One thing I learned is that in most cases, plants cannot be cured of disease by any topical methods; they require a complete...
There You Were…...
posted by Denise M. Wilbanks
There You Were… I have longed to embrace the warmth Of a creature of my own Whose eyes assure it knows me By my soft, melodic tone I place no motives or presumptions upon this gentle soul only that in their journey they arrive safe and whole I prefer to trust in...
How Much is that Dog...
posted by Denise M. Wilbanks
Although most things in life are free, many also come at a great personal cost and in most instances we are unaware of what that cost really consist of. Our mind plays a key role in clouding our ability to discern truth and often drives us straight into a mirage, placing us in harms way. For...
Namaste
posted by Denise M. Wilbanks
As in many mornings, today I went out to walk the three-mile stretch I travel daily. I am fascinated at how life presents itself without warning, gathering me into its arms. Almost one mile into my walk, I approached the Phap Bao Temple. I have never seen anyone at this facility before,...
In The Beginning
posted by Denise M. Wilbanks
What makes man different from animals is that he is aware of himself. He is able to reflect upon himself and analyze what happens to him, how his environment influences him and how he can change his consciousness. ~Dirk Gillabel~ Tonight I watched Oprah Winfrey tell her story on the Master...
An Angel in Disguise
posted by Denise M. Wilbanks
This afternoon I visited the local Sam’s club to get our family’s supplies. As I was checking out, I heard what I perceived as flustered parents scolding their little girl from wondering away. “Get back into that cart right this second” one parent shouted. There were a total of...
Who Motivates the Mo...
posted by Denise M. Wilbanks
In case you were under the impression that people such as myself, who play the role of cheerleaders for others, never fall into the traps of their own mind; you are wrong. Today I woke up with one of those “What am I doing?” feelings, lost and confused, putting my head down and curling...
A New Journey
posted by Denise M. Wilbanks
Over the last 12 years I have been contemplating the possibility of becoming a senior trainer for the More to Life organization. A non-profit group who specializes in teaching techniques whereby as individuals we become aware of behaviors we play out unconsciously, spilling over into our...
Changed For Good
posted by Denise M. Wilbanks
Who can say if I’ve been changed for the better? Because I knew you, I have been changed for good” For Good – Lyrics from the musical Wicked As a child I frequented the shopping mall with my great-grandmother who, at the time, was just over 90 years old. Mother of seven children,...
I Am – Poem an...
posted by Denise M. Wilbanks
I AM Poem – Denise Wilbanks from Denise Wilbanks on Vimeo. I am the wind sweeping from the east billowing over oceans rippling into shores bubbling into sand, in that sand I Am I am the dewdrop falling from oak leafs feathering the moss crossing over lush hills forming into...
Higher Ground
posted by Denise M. Wilbanks
The world speaks in colors, my heart answers in music. ~Rabindranath Tagore~ Auld Lang Syne has come and gone, leaving 2012 wrapped in swaddling clothes at our doorstep. Speculations have given rise to a number of beliefs and anxieties surrounding the future of this youngster long before his...
Bathe in the Fountai...
posted by Denise M. Wilbanks
I embrace my desire to feel the rhythm, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow to feel inspired, to fathom the power, to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain, to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human. Lateralus by Tool As a child and young...
The Rainbow Connecti...
posted by Denise M. Wilbanks
“Have you been half asleep and have you heard voices? I’ve heard them calling my name Is this the sweet sounds that called the young sailors? The voice might be one and the same I’ve heard it too many times to ignore it It’s something that I’m supposed to be Someday...
Swing On The Spiral
posted by Denise M. Wilbanks
On November 17th I visited Deepak Chopra’s website. I admire him and love all the innovative ideas he puts in place to support his followers with wellness. On this day I glanced at the Community column and spotted a question directed at Deepak that made my heart ache. The person’s...
No Man Is An Island
posted by Denise M. Wilbanks
No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as a manor of thy friends or of thine own were; any man’s death diminishes me, because I am...
I See You
posted by Denise M. Wilbanks
In gentle harmony my heart beats, intertwining a breath, a thought, a note produced by the sound of a distant echo. Out of darkness the sun paints it’s brilliant colors upon my face. And in the next instant I am born. This past weekend I delighted in watching two of my favorite...
One breath, One yes&...
posted by Denise M. Wilbanks
Over the years, I have been enamored with the topic of love. There is a particular mysticism that veils and wraps me in with it. Perhaps it stems from the romantic aspect of my Latin ethnicity. Nonetheless it’s got me at “hello.” Love is a subject that has captivated many, and it would...
Lights, Camera, Opra...
posted by Denise M. Wilbanks
This past weekend I attended the “O You” conference in Atlanta, GA organized by O Magazine and its many sponsors. It was fascinating to see all 5,000 participants march in with such energy; it was truly palpable and quite admirable. I had many “Aha” moments throughout the weekend. It...
Connecting To Love. ...
posted by Denise M. Wilbanks
In a technological world of social media, distance learning, and working from home, connecting with Love has become almost a commodity, rather than a vital aspect of life, much like the air we breathe. As we press forth in the pursuit of money, possessions, and relationships, we can lose...
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