Lesley Irene Shore

Lesley Irene Shore

Spring’s Rebirthing

Spring’s Rebirthing

Cool air caresses my cheeks as I enter the woods. A scurrying sound alerts me to a squirrel’s dash out of harm’s way, up a tree. I make my way down a well-worn trail that weaves through scraggly bushes and around sturdy trees. Tree buds swell, explode into leaves....
Stone Woman

Stone Woman

Melinda Coppola, a local poet and yoga teacher, arrived at a Harmony Center event bearing a gift.  As she handed me a beautiful assemblage of stones, my heart immediately responded.  The minute my fingers wrapped around the cairn, my entire chest expanded and the...
Walking in Woods

Walking in Woods

Sitting at the computer, my mind whirs. Busy with thoughts, ideas for a class, I organize and plan for the future. My fingers tap rapidly at the keyboard, trying to keep apace with thoughts flying through my mind. Yet nothing falls into place. As my mind goes round...