Can you see the trunk swerving? The arms swaying? The head lifted towards the sun? Can you see the dance?
Some point to the Creator in Armageddon, apocalypses, and the purging of infidels. Some point to the Creator in tears falling upon another’s head, the…..
Part 2 of being deaf enough to hear. I awoke this morning still pondering Beethoven’s Ode to Joy. The whisper was not yet finished.
At lunch, needing a break from the day, I went to my car to listen to my meditation…..
The waterfall and river running echoed around me. For just a moment, as I watched the water swirl and dance around, over, and underneath the tiny leaf, I pondered “what if?” What if that is an image of the swirling energy around…..
Two odd images for sure. But if your eyes can see what my words try to paint, I think you will see the two indeed are one. I saw her slumped over in her wheelchair. Her head turned so her eyes gazed at the TV……
Some days, despite their crowded moments, are fertile for reflection. I thought back to last weekend as I sat upon a rock and savored its warmth. “As I would enter any monastery with thoughts cleansed of arrogance and bearing forgiveness, humility, and love, so may…..
I am learning that to quiet myself is not a quieting of stillness where everything becomes still and frozen. Quieting myself now is awareness of what is different, the texture of change, the awareness that the key of life’s symphony has…..
Dancing streams of light frozen in the moment. Grasses, gathering the summer’s sun, transform the light into shawls resembling ice cocoons. I bow my head in gratitude to my camera which gifts such sight. Then the pause and whisper that not even perfect…..
The struggle of the eyes does gift wonder filled delights sometimes. Looking out the window I puzzled at how the tiny white flowers growing in the yard were moving without wind. The image was fascinating. Grabbing my camera I zoomed closer. Ahhhhhh, was not the…..
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