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Sweet Hands of Life I have no question. I have no request. Just sitting in your gentleness and beauty. That’s all. Namaste.
Today was my day to write a comment on a book an on-line group is reading. I struggled. I laughed. The chapter was on simply experiencing the moment, our creativity and being as it is without expectation. How does one write a comment for others to read…..
Even concrete and glass were stilled by the setting sun. But then, they too are elements of the earth once alive and nourished by the sun. Just a red light pausing my journey home. A whisper to look to my left. And a soft prayer…that…..
Long held in its hard cocoon pod, its beauty will be brief. Yet, it will return next year. The pod will again protect its growth. Its beauty, naturally, will break forth and unfold. No, the same Poppy will not return. But the same roots and bulb held…..
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 humans find kindred…..
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 of anything…..
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 out of control……
Two whispers. I was trying to see the geese on the lake. Trying to stand steady in the wind. The sunlight so cherished upon my body is not kind to my eyes. In the midst of all the “tryings” to see the geese, the gift…..
I have always treasured the story about the Buddha after his enlightenment. A man saw him from a distance. He didn’t know Buddha before or after his enlightenment. He could, immediately, tell that something was so very different and was “moved” to inquire. He asked…..
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