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I don’t know why this image came to mind as I prepared my class lecture. The lecture is for a class exploring the family. The lesson is on poverty. Perhaps the image tied somehow to my mind is simply another bookmark to…..
Sometimes it can feel as if life is a roaring river. I am weathered and worn by its strength and dance. I know its strength and dance are the essential nurturing for life along its banks and beyond. But like the stones and fallen limbs,…..
It is a basic premise in our society, supposedly, that you are innocent until proven guilty. Words have always fascinated me. Take the premise I began with – “innocent until proven guilty.” The essence of “innocent” is blameless, free of sin or…..
Sitting in meditation I gave thanks for a much needed day of breathing. Maxwell Wildlife Sanctuary never fails to heal. My body could still feel the surprise to see the lake had filled and the island and grassy area were now…..
A patch of dew drops greeted me as I arrived at work 90 minutes early to complete yesterday’s work. They gifted a smile. I took a two minute mid morning pause to clear my head and hurried to see if they were still there……
Sometimes my OM morphs into an Ugh. The brokenness in the world around me can overwhelm a little heart.
As we walked I pointed out a hole in a cloud and called it a portal. I explained how I like to think of…..
Ming-Dao Deng describes humanity’s journey as an endless march of souls. From where I stand there is an infinite stream of others ahead of me. From where I stand there is an infinite stream of others behind me. My position matters not……
Some days the whispers remind me of my frustration with fairy tales. The “And they lived happily ever after” always bugged me. How did they live? What happened next? Is there not more to the story? Perhaps the point is that the story’s details are not really necessary. Perhaps it is a whisper begging the reader to create their own. Or maybe even a reminder that bookmarks and endings are never truly the last page or word.
This morning I…..
A day of celebrations of freedom, liberty, and democracy on our US soil and remembrance of those who fought on foreign soil for those rights. May we all pause, in the midst of our celebrations to remember not…..
Life is never silent. Life is never non responsive. Sometimes Life simply responds with a different language than our voiced prayers or needs.
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