by Diane Easley

Last night, alone on the porch,

I swear I heard the deep-throated music of frogs

Keeping time with my heart

I remembered a long ago camping place by the river

Full of quiet for eons and memories for generations

The frogs sounded their song then too

Filling the night air with longing and comfort

It was magical and memorable

Me. Frogs. Night.

Communing with those who ever sat in that same spot

Contemplating the cosmos

Turning toward them now I began to smile

Oh! Cars driving by

I had mistaken a city noise

For a glimpse of grace

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I am a Life Transformation Specialist and a woman of many interests and skills.  I use my deep, intuitive reserves as a base for more than 25 years of powerful healing work designed to help my clients create their own beautiful path.  I provide divine inspiration coupled with practical applications to help people live the life of their dreams.

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