Monthly Archives: October 2016
I have pondered this little leaf since Friday. I suspect the question it raised has existed much, much longer. During a very rare actual lunch break, I sat outside to gaze at the mountains and hear the wind rustle through the trees.
I sat…..
Rumi’s poem, The Guest House, encourages us to welcome all visitors – sadness and joy, prosperity and poverty, abundance and destruction, meanness and compassion. “Each has been sent as a guide from beyond.” Tosha Silver, in her book, Changing Prayers, writes “May I…..
Sand dunes where mountains should be. Sculpted and painted by the wind. The wind an artist that knows no rest. The sand sculpture reformed and colors continued to change. The changes never heard a single cry of “But…..
Some morning’s breath so cool and seductive, you cannot help but enter the invitation. Some mornings the whispered invitation lies content in the arms of gentle music….and a dust cloth. So many gifts of rocks, wood, and feathers. And yes, they snuggle in…..
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