Category: Short Stories

  • Jousting with Clouds

    Jousting with Clouds

    I often ask for short stories or imagery as a guide for spiritual development, somehow they seem deeper and more meaningful than instructions, for me. Jousting with Clouds The image starts with being on a horse on a cloudy field, gold banner in hand, galloping like fury to do battle. As the clouds begin to…

  • The Rock in the Wilderness Calls

    The Rock in the Wilderness Calls

    An interesting very short story came to me… The rock in the wilderness calls… I’m wandering, aimlessly, in a barren, dusty desert, probably have been for a long while. Everything feels drearily the same, lifeless. The only thing that breaks the flat horizon is this large rock in the wilderness. I realize I’ve been in…

  • The Lion and the Mouse, revised

    The Lion and the Mouse, revised

    I often wonder why certain images come to mind, but I found this little story that came to me interesting. It’s a conflation of Androcles and the Lion and Aesop’s The Lion and the Mouse, but with a different focus and moral to the story. 🙂 A beautiful, kingly lion is surveying his domain, majestically…

  • What lies beyond joy?

    What lies beyond joy?

    I was thinking, when was the last time I truly enjoyed movement, the pure exhilaration, the lightness of perfect synchrony? A story came to me… Walking, nowhere in particular, I come upon a just my size, red, bouncy ball – you know, the kind you might have had as a child. I straddle the handle…

  • An Awakening Story

    She is captivated by the delicate turn of each rose petal in the bouquet she holds. There’s a sense of complete sensual immersion called awake by the delightful, sweet scent. An expansive warmth spreads within, like hugging a puppy or a deeply loved child. The soaring weightlessness of love infuses, elevates her spirit within, and…

  • Flying High

    A girl has in her hand a red balloon, which magically lifts her far up into the sky. She soars over the earth, transported by the balloon – over sparkling blue waters with schools of fish jumping, over dense forest canopies, beautiful as a living, breathing green tapestry, over ice-capped mountain ranges shimmering with crystalline…

  • Mirror, mirror

    There’s a woman dressed in fine, clothes regal in appearance, very proud of her beauty and statue. She turns toward her looking glass, and just as in the fairy tale, asks it jokingly, “Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?” To her horror, the reflection in the mirror morphs into…

  • The runner

    It didn’t take me long to understand this story that came up…   “It starts with a person running — running, running, running through fast flashes of different scenery. Sometimes the running feels playful, sometimes the running feels needful, sometimes the running is frightful, as if being pursued. At one point the runner collapses and…

  • Peace, the Dove

    An iridescent dove flying in, hovers over me. It is other-worldly beautiful, and the flowing motion of its wings as it hovers is enchanting — a sense of peace and joy radiate from every movement, perfuming the air with perfect presence. And I notice that my thoughts of the world seem like a thick, woven…