Monthly Archives: June 2014
Uncertain which way to go, I bowed my head and asked to see the path. As my head began to rise my eyes opened and I saw my feet……
Returned to the morning’s reading as I prepared to go outside and bid goodnight to the moon. I’m often amazed at the constancy of her path and light each night. Some nights it is humbling as I reflect upon an ever so not constant day. I bid you…..
I watched the dust swirl in the yards and even eclipsing the mountains at times. My little dog added to the wind dust as she stopped running and began pawing the ground like a bull about to charge. The wind tugged and pulled on a neighbor’s flag…..
I watched as a Mourning dove supervised the two young ones. Gusting winds scared her and she flew away. The young ones stood there looking confused and uncertain whether to follow. Suddenly my heart leaped to see a large bird come swooping in towards the…..
A gentle smile to my Dad. I miss you. And a bow of gratitude for the sweet hands of life, that gifted you and I the chance to realize the past could never be undone, so we laid the walls down and made a new floor from which to begin anew. I love you…..
The book exercise seemed simple enough – sit on a large piece of paper/cardboard and draw a circle around yourself. The intent was to notice how it felt to draw a circle around yourself and then to step outside and notice any difference. Hmmmmm. I had no…..
I planted some seeds a couple weeks ago. No clue whether they would grow as the original bed so difficult to clear after years of an absent tender. This morning I was greeted by tiny sprouts. I laughed to think that I did not know…..
And what are the odds of finding two such contrasting feathers next to each other? The sun drew me to the white feather. It was until I bent to see the white feather that I saw the gray/black feather. Kneeling beside them I pondered all the whispers…..
The image was the morning of 11/11/11. The clouds looked like waves curling, crashing and rippling in the sky. No need for the vast ocean, the sky is oceanic. I may not remember where I’ve put my keys or even my cup of coffee, but I remember…..
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