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A cup rejects neither sorrow and weariness or joy and peace. It’s design is to hold. Even empty it still holds air. As is my habit, I always wrap my hands around my coffee cup to absorb its warmth. Tonight’s warmth was heavy with sorrow…..
We live in a messy world. Neurobiologists say our brains are Velcro when it comes to negative stuff – bam. Stuck forever. Brains are like Teflon when it comes to good stuff – wheeee. Flies right off. Part of that is evolution so…..
Life presents choices. I’ve found choices sometimes leave ashes. And then comes the whisper, “what is to give light must endure burning.” I touch the ashes and feel life. A heart beat. Perhaps ashes I may not have chosen to carry their urn. But there they are……
Two photographs that are themselves, edges. “Edges are the crossroads for the wildlife traveling between habitats and are richer in animal life than the areas on either side.”
This morning my weary body tried to find a reason not to go into nature. “It’ll…..
I miss my sweet earth. Almost every day I would walk seven or eight miles of earth’s sacred corridors. I breathed her incense. I touched her stained glass windows of trees, flowers, rock, and grass. I listened to the sun’s sermons. I sang with…..
There is nothing innately wrong with anger. Anger, as an emotion, is as valid as love and joy. Anger can stimulate positive change. Anger can be beautiful. Ahhh, the whisper had to agree as I presented my hobbit logic for the anger boiling inside me. The whisper’s pause…..
Water is considered a necessary life sustaining force. The whisper so gentle and yet startling. Love also is a necessary life sustaining force. Like its counterpart, water, love should allow the other to be seen…. to be transparent in its touch.
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 why…..
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 school……
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 they…..
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