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. The…..
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…..
The wind suspended the hawk’s flight. His body frozen mid air without resistance. No thermals to lift him up or carry him forward. He hit a wall of wind and perfectly still he waited. Long before my eyes could see the darker hawk I heard his…..
Part 2 of being deaf enough to hear. I awoke this morning still pondering Beethoven’s Ode to Joy. The whisper was not yet finished.
At lunch, needing a break from the day, I went to my car to listen to my…..
Last night I read of one of Beethoven’s last symphonies. It was written at the time he was totally deaf. Deaf as in no hearing. I read of how before he went totally deaf he wrote a letter to his brothers…..
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