He was not a perfect husband. He was not a perfect father. He was not a perfect man. Probably, not a perfect friend. He was a human husband. He was a human father. He was a human man. He…..
A truce tonight between my eyes which struggle to see, my hand that has long forgotten how to write and my heart whose voice is truly in my writing. I found an old notebook and pondered what it would be like to write again….
“Hello my friend. I will try and write with a pen and paper and not the computer. Hello creator of my favorite word to describe my writing – ‘scrich’- the sound of my hand and the pen…..
Such a tangled bud of pre-buds ready to open. What truly caught my eye was the yellow cupped hand beneath the bud. Almost like a mother’s hand suspended beneath a baby’s body ready to give support if needed. Or even a…..
Two weeks or so of pondering the depth of depression and brokenness in our world as I’ve entered my new career. How can I help? Is presence enough? Is unconditional listening and opened heart the right balm? My training and so much…..
A morning gift as I walked into the office. Seemingly out of place. Both a bit torn. Yet, absolutely perfect. In fact, I would dare to say, sweet. And the whisper, a reminder of words read long ago, “To be in harmony with the wholeness of…..
I have not the eloquence of Rumi, Hafiz, Tagore, mystics and saints. Their gift was to pen the wondrous moments when the Divine’s gaze fell into their eyes. I have only the gift bestowed that turned my head to see. A stick of incense…..
The morning prayer meditation was simple. A Gaelic prayer. “Bless, O Divine my face, let my face bless everything; Bless, O Divine, mine eyes, let mine eye bless all it sees.” Driving to work I was so conscious of everything…..
Yes my little friend, I am looking at you. Are you wondering what I see? Or perhaps, you are looking at me, and I am wondering what YOU see. Or, maybe, just maybe, for a brief infinite precious moment, we are simply…..
I walked in the earth’s lush green which just last year had been wild fire’s abundant kindling. The trees that had offered shade from the heat and blowing dust now swam in the fullness of the lake’s return. A Blue Grosbeak played peak-a-boo behind tender…..
A treasured road in the fall and winter. Such a glorious dance of limbs and branches. Monday’s drive caught me by surprise as I noticed how green and beautiful was spring’s canopy. Oh I missed the dance of limbs and branches…..
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