Sometimes the whispers sing like a choral symphony. The harmony of spring and winter. The soloist drop of melting snow clinging to the fir tree’s fingertip. The dandelion and ant exploding spring’s tympani. The crescendo of the moon’s smile midday. A magpie’s saucy brassy chat…..
Yes Little One, I know how your spirit resonates with such images of thriving despite the challenge. Blades of grass growing in the cracks of asphalt earth, tiny buds clinging to their spring beauty, and even trees finding roots in rock. Perhaps all…..
Little One, you look so hard to see what caused the ripple. Would knowing the source add or take away from the beauty and movement that caught your eyes? Is the “why” the alchemy that transforms beauty into the beautiful? Is knowing the…..
It appears an impenetrable fortress or a turbulent frothing sea. Much like thoughts and beliefs. Yet any fragile bird or breeze will tell you how easy it is to move through and beyond. Maybe that is the problem. We feel we need…..
The journey ended today. I finished school. What probably should have been an episode of Believe It or Not became a reality. I am still trying to process it all. But this much I can tell you.
Never underestimate…..
It’s ok to cry when the body feels weak. It’s ok to say I need to sleep. It’s ok to say I cannot. Ok to say I should not. We are the manifestation of the Creator. Our body and emotions are how the Creator experiences creation itself……
I have always treasured this image. Two weathered hands holding each other. Broken from their trunks. Nature’s cycles wearing them smooth and erasing their original color. Holding hands.
As I write, I am six days from completing a two and a half year journey of…..
There were three large boxes stacked on top of each other and a small little box on top. Just boxes stacked. No, more than that. Inside the boxes was a person. No, more than that. Inside the boxes was a heart and killer smile. No, more than that.
A surprise birthday party for someone a nurse, two CNAs and myself consider a friend. A friend who is dying. No, no one wondered if this would be her last. Simply…..
Sometimes, a whisper needs a touch.
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