About Deb Avery

Deb Avery lives in the Southern United States with her animals, surrounded by mighty oaks and woodlands. All of Nature is her friend and teacher. She is an avid gardener, reader of books, lover of all beings, who is often referred to as a “bit of a weird one,” which she takes as a compliment. Volunteering is one of her passions both in the animal world and that of humans. Having lived in many diverse places, including several years abroad, she has learned first hand that deep inside we are all one and the same. She enjoys long walks with her dog Sam, yoga and meditation. Along with The Tattooed Buddha, her writing has been published in Savana East, elephant journal and Wake Magazine. You can also find her blog @ stormraine.wordpress.com and on Facebook @ https://www.facebook.com/writer.debavery

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May 2017

Be an Instigator Of Peace

By | 2017-05-29T08:22:48+00:00 May 29th, 2017|Buddhism, Empower Me, Featured|

In a world drowning in hate, anger and fear---let us be a beacon of love, compassion and hope. Let us be instigators of peace.   By Deb Avery We are constantly exposed to many emotions in our daily lives, and they can either make our lives richer and enhance our experience of the [...]

The Zen of Wildflowers

By | 2017-05-05T08:12:12+00:00 May 5th, 2017|blog, Empower Me, Environment, Featured|

Wildflowers do not compete or worry about their worth. They simply bloom wherever they find themselves planted. Sometimes we find masses of them in fields and along roadsides. They grow along riverbeds, garbage dumps, and even between the cracks in concrete in the cities.   By Deb Avery There are deep truths in [...]

April 2017

Zen Encounters in The Bible Belt

By | 2017-04-04T09:25:33+00:00 April 4th, 2017|blog, Buddhism, Featured, Interfaith|

For a couple of seconds, you could have heard a pin drop. Then, as I've seen in countless vampire movies, and in episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, the lady brandished her hands in front of herself, and making the shape of a cross with her fingers, she pointed them in my direction. [...]

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