I am often given what seem, at least to me, to be wonderful insights and understandings. As happens, I suppose, to many people as they get older and mature somewhat. I could just sit here with

My word matrophilia, love of the mother, can be used as love to the mother and as love from the mother. For we only love as we feel loved. We love our mothers as we feel

Inspiration – into the Soul, then Aspiration – back from the Soul.

I read – for you. For then I write about it – for you.

Meditation, I am led to believe, is Aspiration to the Highest chakra, to communion with God. To be one with the One – and so with all others as the One. Thus is meditation altruistic.

An author, an artist, can never be altruistic, for the primary concern is for the self. A writer, a painter, can be a healer, for the essence of healing is altruism.

I'm not a doctor, nor a painter, writer or poet, photographer or musician – but a healer using many modalities.

To Aspire, to dedicate my life to a Higher Purpose than the mere mundane, I need to believe in a Higher Power.

A writer can be altruistic, but an author – never.