Monthly Archives: November 2014
The last vestige of spring, summer, and autumn. Winter has arrived. As I noticed the bend and frozen petals, I could not help but think of how the hollyhock arrived unplanted. I remembered the delight of the bees, the hummingbird…..
I laughed to think that they were late for their breakfast seed. I guess such a blustery cold winter’s night and morning had kept them snuggled wherever it is they roost. Wasn’t even 5 degrees and snow was still falling. I saw the shadow…..
A late scrich, though the pondering has held all day. Winter’s storm coming in and the wind has truly danced a dervish with the trees, birds, and even a hobbit trying to open her back door. Without the images, the wind cannot be…..
An unplanned day off. An unplanned return of the sun shining forth in 2 degree temps and wind. The sun said “I’ll keep you warm” and off to shovel a very long and wide driveway…..
Preparing for a special night. A night of reflections for those who have lost loved ones. A night to remember those no longer with families and friends. A night to remember those still aching the loss. And so on this night of frigid cold and winter’s first snow, from the hearth of a little ponderer, a humble scrich to honor their path.
After All
I don’t understand. The why hangs upon my shoulders Like a winter coat three sizes too…..
I thought my little friend was walking in mud. But then, there would be not one but two, and even these eyes knew that wasn’t right. I prayed the image would turn out. I so wanted to see what I…..
Not all meditation cushions are the same. Maxwell Wildlife Refuge in NM has become my meditation cushion. Can I simply enjoy the hawk’s flight over the mesa and not reach for my camera or fear what I may be missing? Can I be attentive enough…..
The week’s work had taken a toll upon both body and heart. The week’s work is also a fervent prayer answered and gifted. The weekend began with huge demands upon a weary body to tend to the yard. The yard was a…..
The mystery of whispers that speak one way and then re-whisper to speak another. Had been asked to write my reflections on a Mary Oliver poem. The whisper was so gentle as I gazed into the eyes of the deer……
A simple yet not so simple phrase painted on the wall. The office wall a dream come true. The saying, so treasured, is Winnie the Pooh’s promise to Piglet. Despite the doubt and fear of wondering if the dream would happen, I held to the promise. And…..
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