The tree is weathered, worn, aged, and her branches have long forgotten the color of green. Some would say she is dead. I denied their suggestions to cut her down. Leaving for work this morning, her trunks cradled the moon. Somehow the image…..
Some days or weeks you just don’t know how you will do it. Some days or weeks you wonder if there is any kindness left in the world. And then, you are gifted the breath of Life. The crack of a smile that…..
Without warning or understanding, the events in Oregon for some reason grabbed and unnerved my heart immediately upon waking this morning. I do not understand what is happening. I do not understand the response. If any other group dared to attempt such actions their…..
Goodness, such a long day littered with ups and downs and speed bumps. One such speed bump involved chasing a client’s dog. Perhaps chasing a client’s dog (who escaped out of the car) through a large and hilly field of snow is not normally included…..
Today was my day to write a comment on a book an on-line group is reading. I struggled. I laughed. The chapter was on simply experiencing the moment, our creativity and being as it is without expectation. How does one write a comment for…..
Sometimes the whisper is not simply the image gifted. Sometimes it is the bridge created across the chasm of two totally disparate worlds and images. The first was gifted on Christmas Eve. Walking along the lakeside the whisper called to look…..
“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…..
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…..
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