Last year’s growth, weathered by winter, bends the stalk with its weight. Spring’s new growth dances up the stalk. Can one deny the beauty of them both? Can one deny the juxtaposition and contrast is in itself the beauty? Oh that we could see the…..
It takes but a pinhole of light, even in the dark stormy night, to gift the heart beauty and awe.
A midafternoon walk, probably too cold and windy for one finally recovering from bronchitis and a touch of pneumonia, but nature and the heart said “walk.” The overpowering stillness broken only by an occasional hawk and magpie’s chattering. Spring buds and blooms…..
She lay in her wheelchair bed staring into the nursing home aviary. The birds hopped and fluttered, not flew, in a glass aviary. Both it seemed encased and held. I watched her eyes grow soft. I watched them as they watched her. And for a…..
Arms raised in praise. A quickened sword. No matter the image the mind might create. The heart’s eyes sighed with mirrored defiant resilience rooted in the mountain of gratitude.
Oh my friend how did you do that? Tree trunks are straight, tall, strong and push upward from the earth. How did you bend in a circle? I have used your image so often to encourage my own rootedness and strength to…..
Oh my friend you hold the twigs for your spring nest as you rest upon branches holding their own spring buds. Life perched upon life. Emergence of new life supporting the cradle of new life. Sa Ta Na Ma. From Infinity comes life. From…..
Sometimes the world events stir such despair. To listen to a state senator’s impassioned acknowledgement of rape and her decision to have an abortion would have to sear anyone’s heart regardless of conviction. But then to see a fellow senator laugh…..
Sing my little friend! Keep singing! The mesa and lake were filled with the Meadowlarks’ songs. One had to stop and listen. What more can be said if you can imagine the heavens filled with the power of simple joy sung…..
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