
Author: Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D.
Our Two-Way Window

Allow Yourself To Be Amazed

On Our Loneliness

Transformation

November

Black Friday Special

Happy Thanksgiving

Awakened by the Wild

Our Connections Make Us Whole

November
November is the bridge between autumn and winter. Its colors and sounds remind us to rest and rejuvenate during the upcoming winter.
~Don Iannone

November Sparrow

Our Ancestors’ Rock Art

Discovering Life Step by Step
Step by step
and moment by moment
we discover life
and bring forth reality.
Sometimes it’s best to forget
about beginnings and endings
and focus instead on
what each step and moment brings.
Allow yourself to
experience and explore your discoveries
without judgment
and behold the true beauty of life.
~Don Iannone

Leaving space for wildness and creativity

Book Testimonial: Cancer as Spiritual Teacher
“Your words touched my heart. Hopefully, they also touched my cancer. I am trusting they did. You’re right we will try anything, even poetry, when we have cancer. This made me smile. While I agree that the spiritual pilgrimage approach to cancer healing is best, it’s all out warfare when we are desperate to survive and grow stronger. Thank you for sharing your book and your cancer journey. You inspire me!” ~Melody, Birmingham, AL.
Blackbird Dream Poem

Let’s find the holy in all things

Our inner wisdom

Wisdom Quote

On nature

Childhood Winters

Lessons of Autumn Leaves

Reflections on Election Day Results

Wildflowers at October’s End

Get with the season

Back to autumn in Cleveland

Vortex Haiku

Rainbow over the red rocks

Bell Rock Vortex

Signs of November

Sedona Sunrise

The Rocks Remember

October yellows
October yellows
In early morning sunlight
Oak Creek Canyon hike

October Flowers in Sedona
Sedona magic
Late October wildflowers
A child’s joyous smile
~haiku by don iannone

Stuck Autumn Leaf

Glorious Autumn Colors

Sunset’s streaking colors

Birds at nightfall

Cleveland at its best

Autumn’s mystery

Time for Autumn to Fill Our Souls

Forgetting myself
For just one moment,
I forgot myself–
Who I am,
Who I think I am, and
Who I think others think I am.
It was a relief–
To be free of myself, and
All the things associated
With who I think I am.
For one moment, I had the chance
To be something thoughts escape,
Something time doesn’t own,
Something with no need to die.
Note: Honoring the teachings of Jack Kornfield.
Hiking in Zion

The wisdom of beginnings and endings

Anyone can be a teacher to us

Lost art of reading

Transcending our Regrets

Red-Tailed Hawk Poem

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