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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……
Someone asked me why I refer to the nudges, answered prayers, and musings of life as whispers. Was it because you had to strain to hear? No, not strain. But you do have to listen and notice.
Saturday I danced with a potential heat stroke. I…..
I drew a square on a blank piece of paper. My morning meditation was to view the day that awaited as a blank canvas. The portrait’s actual image would be my choice. Naught would be painted save what I chose to fill in…..
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…..
Such a tangled bud of pre-buds ready to open. What truly caught my eye was the yellow cupped hand beneath the bud. Almost like a mother’s hand suspended beneath a baby’s body ready to give support if needed. Or even…..
I have not the eloquence of Rumi, Hafiz, Tagore, mystics and saints. Their gift was to pen the wondrous moments when the Divine’s gaze fell into their eyes. I have only the gift bestowed that turned my head to see. A stick of incense…..
The morning prayer meditation was simple. A Gaelic prayer. “Bless, O Divine my face, let my face bless everything; Bless, O Divine, mine eyes, let mine eye bless all it sees.” Driving to work I was so conscious of everything…..
A treasured road in the fall and winter. Such a glorious dance of limbs and branches. Monday’s drive caught me by surprise as I noticed how green and beautiful was spring’s canopy. Oh I missed the dance of limbs and branches…..
Oh little one, the lake looks so daunting does it not? What goes through your mind as you feel the wind and its force singing in the trees? Have you seen white caps and waves on a lake in your brief time?…..
A most gentle morning beginning errands and preparations for heavy snow. The ice had sculpted feather like designs on the windshield. I giggled to see the artwork and delicate ice drawings. I moved through the morning with mindful gentle intention as I kept…..
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