May the sweet hands of Life and Compassion hold you like running water so that the blessing you are to this earth flows freely.
Sing my little friend! Keep singing! The mesa and lake were filled with the Meadowlarks’ songs. One had to stop and listen. What more can be said if you can imagine the heavens filled with the power of simple joy…..
A scrich written long ago on Valentine’s Day. But each year, it whispers back and makes me smile.
Reflecting on the images of Valentine’s Day, the chocolates scanned at the cash register, men staring…..
Some days you are gifted with the realization that the cloud hanging over you is actually an umbrella of protection. Some days you are gifted a soft bend in the hardness of life that perfectly fits and offers a gentle shelter or hug……
And what are the odds of finding two such contrasting feathers next to each other? The sun drew me to the white feather. It was until I bent to see the white feather that I saw the gray/black feather. Kneeling beside them I pondered all…..
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