Her trunk looked and felt like mountain trails or maybe carved river beds. Whatever the image, your eyes could not help but follow the path. A journey following, not carrying, the trunk.
For some, the simple act of rising out of bed is an incredible…..
Poets, mystics, and the keepers of untainted history have forever sung the praises of the feminine. Women are more than the bearers of future generations. Women are more than nursemaids who feed both the young and the old. Women are more than the brooms, wash, and the homes…..
An odd feeling when an illness affects your breathing. Meditation practice teaches us to focus upon our breath because it is so effortless and flows without thinking. When thinking begins to touch our breathing, it seems as if the whole world spins…..
Sometimes the layers of the whispers defy words. Sometimes I think they would be too long to try and share. And, then, the best ones, the most delicious ones are the whispers of anticipation. Such a sweet song offered to your heart. Such gentle calming gifted to your mind……
Sometimes, smile, Life seems to just kick you in the shins. Or at least that is how unplanned pauses feel. Not having two numbers brought my little website down. A night and then today where an upper respiratory and sinus infection decided…..
I was being very rational. The wind was creating snowclones and dervishes. Any seed I put out would be quickly covered in snow. Earlier I thought I might have seen the hawk. The temperature had only reached 10 degrees. To put…..
Another night of winter’s blast. Another night of winter’s quilted gift to the drought hardened earth. A matter of perspective. And on such night, a gentle story of perspective. Yes Jacob, sometimes it is enough.
“Jacob, where do you find the strength…..
Two years ago, this same day, this was the image that caught my eye. The drought offered little nourishment for the earth. Today, where these two flowers, that would not be, offered…..
A most gentle morning beginning errands and preparations for heavy snow. The ice had sculpted feather like designs on the windshield. I giggled to see the artwork and delicate ice drawings. I moved through the morning with mindful gentle intention as I kept…..
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