Monthly Archives: September 2015
As I drove to work I was singing happy birthday to Rumi. When I arrived two ravens were hopping all around the building. When I stopped to chat they flew up and sat on the phone wires and continued their chattering. As I…..
She called about 1 in the morning as she was frantically driving Lester, her dog, to the 24-hour emergency vet clinic. We talked about anything and everything. She called again as she slowly drove home alone. We talked about anything and everything and loss. She adopted him…..
Welcome my friend autumn. Welcome to your reminder that without an app, electronic reminder, nor swayed by even time itself, you arrive. Welcome to your reminder that even stillness and drawing down can be glorious. Welcome to your reminder that even that which is cast…..
Not much larger than my fingers, they lay scattered upon the wooded area behind my building. As I sat and held the small gifts, I thought of the morning reading I highlighted in my Kindle. No matter what the world may suggest or…..
Maxwell Wildlife Sanctuary called. The antelope on the mesa leapt and danced. The ravens tumbled and swirled in the wind. The white pelicans looked like a mass of cotton balls had fallen upon the lake. The hawks stood vigilant in the trees……
For one who cannot see to drive in the dark, the depth of darkness held my breath as strong as my hands held the steering wheel. My eyes trying desperately to scan the roadside for deer, elk, gazelles, bear, and yes, the road itself……
Some days hold you with tenderness of a lioness carrying her cubs in her jaws of strength.
There comes a moment of reckoning when you sit with others who dare to put their hands on the door knob of…..
A week that can leave one beleaguered. Nature extends an invitation, even if only for a short time. One friend invites. Another friend welcomes. The vibration and sound of me walking on gravel nor the scurrying feet of a four legged…..
The morning so unbelievably crisp and almost cold. “Fall!” was the squeal of my heart as I bowed to the moon and Venus dancing in the pre dawn sky. I pondered the morning’s reading on impermanence and change against the texture…..
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