Monthly Archives: May 2014
Mistake her not for the sun. She has held her vigil through the night and now the moon takes her rest. That both my vigil and my rest this day be a mirror. To offer both the sun and moon to my heart and to all others……
Stone faced mountains and sand dunes. A stream running between them both and the desert’s flat mesa. Above them all, clouds filled with wind, rain, and snow. I tried to take in all the subtleties, variations and contrast, but confess I stood there speechless. How many layers of…..
I can focus upon the mountain and the wall between its reality and my sight. I can focus upon the cloud that has decided to sit on the earth for a while. I can even focus upon the flat and barren mesa and the tree line of…..
Their white fire nakedness flames up and out. Their uninhibited dance twists, folds, and dares to lie surrendered upon the ground. To see them now is like an ultra sound of spring’s waiting birth. And what is the whisper? Spring, summer and even fall are the presentation…..
Yes, I confess, I am very much like a child and sometimes play gets the best of me. In my head I saw an image but knew not how to create. I found an image of a person sitting in meditation and a picture I had taken…..
A day where the day’s routine, like the raw power of the perfect storm leaves you speechless in awe and wonder. A day where perfection reigns and anything and everything that could go wrong does so perfectly. A day where the body, mind, and spirit are in…..
What do you see my friend? What do you hear? What is you are feeling? I watch your stillness and my mind and heart do wonder. Perhaps, your stillness, like a finger to my lips is whispering “Ssssssshhhhhh little one. No more questions. Just be. Just BE…..
A prickly tumble weed not yet released to tumble. The hardness of stone. When touched by the sun gift the softness of a palette and art. Oh that the sun would likewise touch my often prickly hardened presence.
She blends in with the other stark trees from late fall to early spring. Soon, her chameleon backdrop will be flush with green. She will stand in the starkness of her exception to spring. But one cannot deny wondering her prowess and beauty she must’ve once known……
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