The crest of the mountain pass always takes my breath away. This morning, there simply was no oxygen. There below me the mountains and mesa were swimming in an ocean of clouds. Gifted no traffic behind me, I had to pull…..
In a world of perfect pine cones, my friend, you may look imperfectly flat. To me, as I got out of my car, ready to start the day, you radiated like the sun. Your perfect warmth drew my eyes in the direction needed – upward……
A much needed journey to Maxwell Wildlife Sanctuary in New Mexico. Given the vast number of birds there during migration, I thought surely it would be filled with nesting geese and other birds. The lake was empty save for less than a…..
I mourned the cutting of the tree as I walked beside the river. Then I smiled to think of how the bark created an image of the sun. A tree sun. The smile stayed with me as I walked to the end…..
Some pictures aren’t perfect. But even in its imperfection I sit in awe to see. A Flicker woodpecker taking flight. To see him sitting there I only saw gray and some black. But to see the red and black of the tail…..
And some days, ahhh, some days, the whisper comes with the voice of two friends. One the chalice that carried the whisper. The other the succulent wine of wisdom’s words. May I never underestimate the power of nature nor poetry shared. The world…..
Last night I read a most interesting thought. The author, Subhadramati, wrote that living an ethical life was more than following do not’s. It was awareness that our awareness of our intentions in speech, actions, and thoughts was really about beauty. Regardless of…..
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