Monthly Archives: December 2015
“Not true! Not true! That’s wrong!” I imagined a scientist looking at a formula he or she knew so well and suddenly seeing the flaw and slaps his forehead. The familiar can blind us so. The gentle phrase…..
As my car slid for the fourth time on the ice, a block ahead I saw a family of deer prance with ease. As a parent’s eyes filled with tears for a softer world for their child, I noticed a squirrel…..
May the sun’s warmth chill your bones with winter’s vigor. May the blizzard’s cold stir your blood with passion’s heat. May the darkness of night light your way home. May the day’s cares be gathered like wrapping paper. May the heart’s winter…..
I squealed to see the gift of capturing the solitary hawk in flight over the frozen lake. It was the shadow painted that made my heart sigh.
The shepherds did not have the benefit of breaking internet news expert analysis…..
“It’s not that I want to die. It’s just that if a semi were barreling towards me…I wouldn’t exactly jump out of the way.”
My linear logical left brain began a frantic search for loopholes, reasons, if thens, and the multitude of what if’s……
Two windows reflecting the rising sun. The one, in the wholeness of a single pane, gifts the fullness of the sun’s power and light. The other, made of glass bricks has fragmented the same image. They stood side by side. The morning whisper offered a koan’s…..
To create the black and white version I had to remove the “saturation” of color. I find that interesting.
Last week, while talking to a group about grief, I used the metaphor of reading the Bible, poetry, or even praying. We tend to…..
Today I faced a nightmare. Today I bear hugged another as they lashed out in pain. Tonight I sit resolved in the beauty of storms.
Day is done. My heart tried. Whether my heart succeeded is neither the question asked nor the question sought. My heart set out with but one intent this day. That the gentleness of the sunset’s artistry, beauty, and stillness would be felt…..
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