My morning joy, to go out and feed the birds. The pigeons swirled in the air before me as I walked to get the seed. I laughed to hear the whooshing of their wings. As I closed the door and turned to walk…..
At first I thought the whisper was that of “Preview.” A preview of what was, what is, and what was yet to come. But as I pondered the unfolded petals, the folded leaves, and the partially revealed centered, I asked myself is there ever a…..
May the moments of my life, like the mala beads, cradled in the Sweet Hands of Life, move quietly and gently. Without clinging to the bead that has passed. Without anticipation of the bead to come. To know only the rise, fall, and texture of…..
An impulse this morning to simply try. A most most careful drive with eyes that wanted to see the sun rise but cannot see in the dark. One cannot even call the sight a reward for trying. No, not a reward. Simply the…..
Tiny drops of water running down the window. Within the drops are the sky, cloud, and sun. How could such tiny drops hold such vastness? And then the whisper, “look in the mirror little one. Look in the…..
A wearying day of questions. To sit and let all pass through. Then the smile to remember those precious moments when acts were done or gifts given anonymously. No expectation to see the response. No desire to see the other’s face or reaction……
I thought of how careful I am to walk the edges of rocky hills and mountains. My mind ponders the dropping off and inability to be grounded. Looking up and beholding her grace and roots I discovered a new grounding. A grounding that yes…..
Four summers I have walked this path. Four summers I have greeted this tree that to my eyes, had never known spring. I approached and felt her naked dancing arms holding the green while gathering my breath. Unlike the Disney movies, growth like this…..
A day of many emotions. The whisper for the heart to be like a cloud. The strength of a cloud that cloaks the vast and enormous mountain and yet is open enough to be pierced.
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