How long has it been sweet moon since I have seen your face?
And then the whisper from Rumi, “At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into…..
If there is one thing the Gulf quickly teaches you, it is impermanence. Footsteps, words written in the sand, sandcastles, even our trash will disappear. Look away for just a moment, and you’ll never see that same scene or image again.
That very…..
Artists use many different mediums. Sculptors carve to release. Nature’s mediums are time and the knife of weathering elements.
Oh sweet life, may your hollowing, hallow my laughing spirit and face.
The synchronicity of life often leaves me laughing and always pondering.
On December 22, 1849, Dostoevsky was taken to a public square, along with others, to be executed. It was a public warning to the masses. He waited his turn. After much…..
Minnesota and Colorado quickly taught me to celebrate the emerging beginnings of spring which bequeathed only two layers of clothes not three or more. But it is late fall and winter that stirs my soul.
The trees’ nakedness adorns their dance. Their bends,…..
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My mind simply cannot wrap itself around the physics or whatever it should be called, that explains how dragon flies fly…. or survive. Here’s another one with such fragile wings….
And I, who collects, treasures, gasps, and gives thanks for every feather found, prayed that not a single feather would go amiss.
The fingers of the heart were gifted.
Whisper for the Eyes
“Yes, the baby bunny is washing his or her face. And that, little one, is the whole point. It is the whisper.”
Yes, that these eyes and heart will always be attuned to and aware of little things. To pause. To see. To simply notice.
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