**my apologies for a double post. My site crashed and had to be restored. Posting the entry from 5/28/16.
I set out on my lake walk. My intent to send gentle feathers to a dear friend…..
From non-judgement and non-trophies the Sweet Hands of Life held the yearnings with tenderness. A simple Sunday morning. Pelicans and ravens chatting. A prairie dog and fawn showing their dance moves. A “marmot” my eyes thought they saw only to discover…..
I drew a square on a blank piece of paper. My morning meditation was to view the day that awaited as a blank canvas. The portrait’s actual image would be my choice. Naught would be painted save what I chose to fill in…..
The beauty of the bloom is breathtaking. I would hope, however, that neither fear nor arrogance would make me cling to this one bloom. That I would not be blinded to the vast abundance and diversity of other breathtaking blooms. That I would not…..
They say the sky is the limit. But what if it seems I need even more than the sky? And then the whisper, “Oh little one, dare for the clouds, then tell me what you need.”
Every coin has two faces. Zen and Buddhism teach that sorrow is in joy and joy is in sorrow. What is joy in this moment holds the sorrow of the next moment. Two faces. One coin.
Upon a drought hardened earth a bountiful gift of abundant rain…..
Ok, I confess, I probably should’ve thought it through. Perhaps the task a bit much. To shovel out an untended garden area was probably not what my body needed. But who can deny the heart? Have wanted to tend the area, one of many, now for so…..
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