My husband Jeff has been doing job training 6 states away the last couple weeks.  I've been hit, just today actually, with the sharp realization of how important the masculine/feminine balance is in the home. 

On New Years Day, which also happens to be my "Birthday Eve" I love to set goals.    My old way of setting goals was writing down everything I wanted to accomplish and all the steps to making it happen.  I thought this was an effective way of putting things in motion and setting forth change.

My friend Jennifer sent me this beautiful poem by Sir Thomas Browne.  It spoke to me deeply:

I feel at the the beginnings stages of this blog going forward, I may as well put this out there:

My soul is bursting to express itself through words as a form of praise to my Creator.  I write to Him – above all organizations, peoples and Earth forms – regardless of their brilliance, truths and perfections.  He is who I answer to, look to first, listen to...first.

I really have nothing to prove to anyone but Him.   Jesus Christ is my main audience.   I mean yes, I speak and write for the well-being of my own soul and I lend my voice to provide insight and direction to like-minded Truth Seekers, but He is ultimately the Source of all that insight and direction.   And for that matter, He's the reason I'm even a Truth Seeker to begin with.

He gets it (the intricacies, heartbreaks and beauties of being a woman) and I'm just trying to play catch-up as a mortal female.   Every time I've plopped into the captain's chair, the winds swell a little stronger than my skill level.   Either that, or the seas may be so calm that I get a little too comfy/cozy at the wheel.

If you haven't noticed already, there are heavy nautical and cartographical references within the context of Sacred Stations.   There's a method to my madness.   It's kind of my way of piecing parts of this whole "Earth Plan" into grand perspective.